anxiety Attack

I lay down, take a breath

then another, deeper.

Distressed, I have two pairs of lungs

in enmity, battling for the scarce air,

the ribs turn into shattered glass,

and leave splinters in the liver.

I stand up and my heart

pulls her chambers together, 

quickly packs a suitcase, slides 

through the belly and rolls down 

to the tip of my shoe, slamming 

the door on the way out.

My belly explodes,

lets out a swarm of parasites 

that climb up and ravage my skull. 

Everything about me to be eaten up,

except for, maybe, the toe tip of my shoe.