A rock in my throat,
A dagger in my belly
And a splinter in my eye.
Pain possesses me,
Gripping skin with clammy fingers,
Terror throbs inside my head,
Dizzying and sickening.
Panic pulses through me, pounding in my chest,
A primal drum preparing me for battle.
The pale person in the mirror
Looks so calm.
A soundproof wall around an asylum.