Inspired by Nikki Stern's Anxiety Attack
Eyes tightly closed
jaws aching
teeth breaking
fists clenched
clawing palms
arms squeezed
against heaving chest

FUCK!
Close, so close
I feel it's mass
wishing to crush me
hear it's silence
wishing to deafen me
smell it's presence
it's there, it's there
robbing my air
all around me
overpowering
threatening
containing
confining
Breathing far too fast
chest too heavy
lungs empty
Goddamn thing
FUCKING CLOSE
effortlessly pushing
my heart
through my ears
GET ME OUT
NOW, NOW
Can't breathe
heart racing
head between
my knees
sweat dripping
soaking
gown
socks
hair
tears puddle
on the floor below
Fucking MRIs.


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trilogy - listen to your inner self :-)
sky ???????
Jack - xanax didn't work, they had to inject a drug called versed. I now tell docs if they watn MRIs they'd better send me somwhere that can handle a completely drugged patient. All is well, just felt like letting my brain mush out for a couple of weeks. Thanks for asking though.
tg - I was laid out but not too well in that damned claustrophobic thing
Cathy - hell yes. I can't even wear masks that impede my breathing, too close, too too close.
rated with love