I, Panic

 

that lump in my chest

sits brooding under my skin

a sulky little monster

tightening its grip with every scream

 

I struggle to take a breath

 

take a knife, slice through the skin

interrupt the machinations

split bones, gouge holes

stab it in the eye until release

 

count to three and breathe in

 

hold still until seven

listen as the bones knit together

feel the skin as it is sewn

roughly as the monster falls asleep

 

wash the blood off the knife and count to ten

 

 

Copyright May 2017

 

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