Saturday, April 4, 2009

Panic Attack

The icy damp which fills my lungs,
cutting off my breath,
entering my veins.
I'm panicking,
and falling fast,
no, no, no.

In an ancient hole, I'd hide.
Inside the lion's mouth, I'd disappear.
I'd go willing to the crocodile,
all such sweet endings.

I. AM. IN. TROUBLE.

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