WARNING: not an example of a panic attack.

She’s hysterical.

She whimpers a breath or two.

She sheds a tear.

She’s trying to make sense of her own emotions

But nothing unveils itself

She’s trying to make sense of her own emotions

But nothing makes sense.

So the hysterics..

They turn to cries

And she becomes a mix of highs and lows

A definition of confusion that I’ve never understood before

I’ve  never seen a body come into and out of life so beautifully,

So confused yet so organized.

I’ve never seen a beauty destruct in front of me,

So rhythmically.

You were a song,

With a pulsating chorus.

And  lacked words.

But I’ve never heard something so catchy.

It’s the kind of catchy that you’ll never forget;

I’ll never get bored of your pleading breaths begging for comprehension and solitude.

It’s a memory engraved in my bones.

You broke in front of me.

Your head on my hands.

And your tears,

The ink I’m writing in.

But I’ll never forget it.

I’ll never forget how two breaths,

Turn to five..

And five pleading breaths turn to gasps…

A pattern of deterioration,

A pattern of flow.

You drifted through the ocean.

Floating, managing, coping…

And it struck;

Lightning.

So survival meant drifting..

And so you did.

But you let the storm carry your way.

You couldn’t feel your lips from shivering.

Your hands were next,

for floating but never reaching anywhere.

Your legs gave out.

So you decided to float on your back instead.

And so, without a back to support you,

You sunk,

Deep down until confusion and numbness consumed you.

And well sadness…

It was left unknown.

Not knowing when it’ll strike again…

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Laughter ensues seconds later.