Low-flying Panic Attack

Palpitations.

But everything else was silent.

Putting on that poker face,

Acting through the fa├žade,

Smiling through the cracks.

Yet,

The darkness within engulfs you,

The vines in your heart entangle you,

The shifting shadows enwreathe you.

You can feel the accelerating rhythm within you,

Though mild,

Still starts your mind racing.

 

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