fight or flight
my body is a trap held up by spun wool
it itches and scratches and feels too full
i turn and breathe, foresight hurts
stability comes but only in spurts
the blood behind my skin whirls like a storm
drops to my toes and turns very warm
then, like death, it turns straight to ice
my pores raining, my hands like dice
the two hemispheres of my brain collide
one of them laughed while the other cried
i peel my face off of the bathroom floor
it's gone, but now, it's back for more
my face turned grey like a sky in fall
my head pulsates and i begin to crawl
there's a circus here, my heart the main act
elephants tortured, the bleachers packed
they pull my veins like wires from their place
they sew them to a dress all made of lace
my organs switch spots and my eyes roll back
i called out for help to the king, queen and jack
my frame swollen up now flattens to the ground
it's a joke to them, it seems, i have found
so i unravel my spirit up from my depths
collect all they've tortured and take two steps
my veins, they can have, my organs too
they'll squeeze my breasts until they're blue
perception is a tent that shakes and unzips
i stepped out the back and threw them my lips
skulls are protection from running into walls
i dropped mine beside my childhood dolls
my spirit emerged from the scorn and the piss
spinning and dreaming, i have found my bliss
© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012
inspired by my panic attacks
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panic_attack
