Panic Attack

Eyes wide open. Mouth closed shut Hands clinched in fists, like the one in my gut. Whole body shivers. Nerves too much I guess this time I'm shit out of luck. Air forbidden entrance. Fear sets in. I can tell when it happens by the tightening of my skin. Heart racing, pulse chasing Blood boiling for want of oxygen World swirling in a mix of colors like the bile in my throat Vision blurring, Head aching Sweat like rain drops pouring down. Like a broken record player I can't make a sound