12/10/2018

You’re on a ride

The kind that goes straight up and drops straight down

Your palms begin to clam up

Your thoughts slow down as your pulse speeds up

The bitter taste begins to coat your tongue

Why did you agree to go on this ride?

But,

You didn’t

You never chose this ride

Before you finish the thought the support beneath you fails

You are enveloped in total fear

Your chest is being crushed, air isn’t getting in

The weight of the universe is coming down on you

All the nerves and muscles in your body tense

They’re in balls

So tight the pain is physical as much as it is mental

The nausea floods your throat

How do I get off this ride?