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Invisible Assailant
It makes my blood boil.
And I scream.
As the steam rushes from my ear cavities and disappears into the air.
My fists clench as the skin protecting my knuckles stretches taught over my bones.
White banana moon’s develop on my palms as my DNA collects under my fingernails.
My eyes squeeze shut and I can feel my eyelashes knotting together, refusing to open.
Water glistens along the thin line separating my top and bottom lids.
Every muscle in my body tightens as my nerves and veins tense and twirl around each other.
Connecting in a pleasurable dance which only causes me more pain.
Electric shocks course from each of my ten toes to the very last hair follicle on the base of my head.
I can physically feel the temperature of my body rise to a new level.
The blood in my veins flows faster as it creates sparks at my nerve endings.
My toes curl, lifting my frame slightly off the ground.
My brain tightens and I feel like there is a gigantic knot of meaningless thoughts resting just behind the folds of my forehead.
My perfect teeth don’t fit so perfectly as they clench and grind together.
It takes all of my effort to pull my canines apart and relax my tense jaw.
I propel my toes outward and crack the muscles lining each phalange under the weight of my body.
I force my eyelids to depart from each other and I am finally able to notice my surroundings.
My fingers slowly retract from the center of my palms leaving the small scars behind.
I draw in a deep breath through my nostrils, I attempt to arrest the oxygen in my lungs for as long as possible.
Releasing the toxic air through my parted lips my body temperature begins to adjust back to normal.

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This piece was an accurate representation of what it feels like to have an anxiety attack or any kind of mental breakdown. I did my best to channel my feelings and put them into words.