Panic

Prickles cascade from my feet all the way up to the top of my head,
I feel my skin warming, burning, perspiring as people push past by me,
focus declining and I’m mining my ballistic brain for the chain that will drain this painful strain,
too close for my comfort,
no distance,
discomfort,
non-adherence,
interference,
high-pitched tone ringing in my ears,
Trying and failing to fighting back the tears,
chest tight and breath short,
Don’t want to resort to screaming out loud,
But closeness around others should not be allowed,
Which is weird because usually I wouldn’t have cared,
But since we’re in lockdown I find myself scared,
Of the things that I normally deal with with ease,
But the world has me anxious of this burgeoning disease.

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