Panic

A statue of panic in a vortex of smiling faces
Melting, contorting, twisting into my juggernaut of fears.

A crushing corset tightened by hidden evils
I long for razor claws to rip the straight-jacket melded to my chest.

I tremble like a waters surface when the earth quakes
Raging quiet screams in my ears drowning all thought

Reality fuzzes away and teases relief in the distance

I need my faith
Take me away
Run with me
Save me

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I always loved this line: My panic grows manic until I can't stand it. I had an anxiety attack at The Perkins family reunion. Too many people, too close, too much. I think I may need to up my crazy pills.