The Monster Will Not Die
I lay there perfectly still.
My heart beating as fast as a bolt of lightning.
It feels like it is going to burst out of my chest onto the ceiling.
My mind is racing as if it is involved in a high speed chase.
My thoughts are getting tangled up like wires.
Tying them selves into tight little knots impossible to undo.
I’m having to remind myself to breathe at the very last moment.
I don’t know when I stopped, but I feel like I am about to go unconscious.
Maybe being knocked cold would feel better.
Better than this at least.
Better than feeling paralyzed.
Paralyzed with fear maybe.
Not able to move no matter how hard I try.
Not able to talk even if I try to scream.
Feeling trapped.
Trapped in my own mind.
In my own body.
In my own soul.
Meanwhile every sound is on max volume.
As if someone turned the stereo all the way up on a screamo song.
Every smell is clashing and its making me nauseous.
