Somatique

Small portions of panic over small bagatelles, and paranoia.

Saliva, Saliva,

my mouth goes dry

of stress, numb needles;

My head hangs high.

Bite the skin

off whitened lips.

Ropes of the phantoms;

Obscured eclipse.

Scratch and scratch

until it bleeds.

Phantoms manifest

'til fear exceeds.

10 seconds fatale,

a glimpse of beyond;

Is this a nightmare,

will it with me abscond?