A Panic

Sucking tar grips and
sticks, arresting any
forward motion.

Gnarled, creeping fingers
frisk along limbs and compress
with a strength contradicting their
brittle appearance.

The weight of the world bubbling
over; suffocating with an
inhuman cackle.
Exertions all for naught,
attempts at escape denied at
each try;

until one calming
thought reminds:

just breathe.

by Erik Shinker

7 thoughts on “A Panic”

pluraloneblog

This is beautiful.

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October 29, 2019 at 11:11 am Reply
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  Thank you!
  
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  October 29, 2019 at 11:12 am Reply
grumpygorman

great write, man.

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October 29, 2019 at 11:31 am Reply
1. Perpetually Past Due
  
  Thank you so much!
  
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  October 29, 2019 at 11:32 am Reply
  1. grumpygorman
    
    cheers. 🙂
    
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    October 29, 2019 at 11:40 am
hanna

Absolutely beautiful, and I love how descriptive that second stanza is. Feels visceral. So glad I came across your blog!

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October 30, 2019 at 4:25 am Reply
1. Perpetually Past Due
  
  That’s so kind of you to say; thank you for reading!
  
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  October 30, 2019 at 5:18 am Reply

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