Panic

I feel like the world is shrinking around me,

Clinging like plastic against my warm skin,

Clear, I can see that the dark sky is empty,

Soon will the cracks in forever begin.

 

I open my mouth to scream out “Somebody!”

But plastic wrap strains too tight cross my lips.

Air that I once to for granted can’t reach me,

And hope in the form of my hands start to twist.

 

With my nails I claw and rip at my binding

Freeing my arms, I make the holes fatter.

And the world which once had felt so restricting,

Lies at my feet in ribbons and tatter.

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