i can feel it
the hoarfrosted
iron barbs
wrapped around
my chest and stomach
ever tightening
the anxiety building
the panic slowly
seeping into each
of my nervous cells
adrenaline spikes
pinpricks of ice
blossom across
my fevered flesh
each breath grows
slightly more shallow
my lungs starving
heart screaming
at redline as my brain
shovels coal into
the white hot furnace.

frantic sparrows
flitting in dismay
as i rupture
a torn zeppelin
unleashing torrents
of desperation over
the billowing canvas
of watercolor sorrows
circling the drain.

rusted hooks of iron
stab and stir my acidic
guts into a frenzy
of apprehensive
fluttering dread
as fat tears fall
and the current sweeps
a silent fool away.