Air Can Be Thick When You Can't Fucking Breathe

Fear hung tightly in the air, clouding my airways and thickening my lungs
I gasped for air but it felt like water crashing into my dry mouth in oxygen's place
I tried screaming for help but my throat was so constricted with anxiety that nothing came out
My heart beat against my rib cage begging to run away, to get out of the building collapsing in on it
I could feel sweat dripping from my forehead down my cheeks and onto the floor
Tears were knocking on the door that are my eyelids begging to get out
My fingers were at my lips as I chewed endlessly on the torn skin
My legs were slowly becoming gelatin as they wobbled beneath my weight
They urged me on, encouraging me but it didn't seem to matter
All I could feel was my Cadillac heartbeat racing through my chest
All I could hear was the rev of the motor and my constant put-downs
I opened my mouth again to speak and that's what I did; I spoke
My words shaky as tree branches in a storm, cracking and snapping every other second
I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with air and not water and let my words stream from my lips like a waterfall
My thoughts jumble and I trip over my words, falling flat on my face.
My mouth is parched and there's a lump on my throat distracting me from the sting of my bloodied fingers
I close my godforsaken mouth, finishing my speech
I walk away from the spotlight I was burning beneath
It's over though the shake in my legs and hands remain and the tears that welled in my eyes still beg to escape.
It's done.

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