panic – Temperamentally Tina

A panic is me.

A scalpel to the skulllarge enough indentation to slip the cloth within small enough to be unseenmistaken for a dry patch. The cloth absorbs the fluidsdrying out my brain waiting it downI feel the aches as I try to think a thought. Words are missing and sadness is left irritability rising as the sensors sporadicallyContinue reading “A panic is me.”

Death means zero senses

I think about death and I panic the anxiety claws within my brain ridding me of rationality what is it to not exist to not seeto be blind although your aware you can hear you can smelldeath means zero senses the brain no longer thinksthe body goes cold and shits itself of the last bitContinue reading “Death means zero senses”