electricity

my hand is pulsing with energy my heart is pumping maybe too fast and im afraid to walk out the wrong door as the dragon and her keeper wait im afraid with her as she faces wolves that disguise as parents and runs for her life im afraid for them as they spend a weekend in a cabin with family they despise im afraid for 'the one with the highlights' for the lack of connection due to a vulture she calls me mom im afraid for that group of kids because you know they will say the wrong thing at the wrong time just like you know theyll get hurt  im afraid for the bent up dust covers behind my shelves im afraid for the tune stuck in my head ill never remember the name of i am afraid of so much and that anxiety rolls off my mind and body like steam collects itself into my hands and electricity arcs off my fingers and nails and even that blood blister to far under my skin to reach and it begs to be disposed of and i won't give it to someone else Cause my friends are tired of my constant venting  and my mom says it's just nerves you don't tell dad and less you want to debate the universe The teachers aren't trustworthy and it's too close to the beginning of the school year to understand that inexplicable anxiety in art class is it because of the music teacher lady puts on to keep us quiet Is it the newer girl beside you Is it that you're in that corner of the ocean of desks that could be cut out so quickly like california after the earthquake from the rest of the land or is it the energy and your shaky hands and maybe pumping maybe too fast heartbeat