A panic is me.

A scalpel to the skull
large enough indentation
to slip the cloth within
small enough to be unseen
mistaken for a dry patch.

The cloth absorbs the fluids
drying out my brain
waiting it down
I feel the aches
as I try to think a thought.

Words are missing
and sadness is left
irritability rising
as the sensors
sporadically flicker
my hands lock
legs spasm
a panic is me.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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