Perched at the kitchen table
buried in the piles of papers
scattered around
I stare deliriously
at the gibberish
laying before me
The pen trembling in my hand

Sine squared theta equals one minus one over secant squared theta

I slam down my iron fists
and whip my head back
against the seat
in agony
My heart quickly accelerating
to 30, 40, 50 miles an hour
Beads of salty stress form
on the brim of my tear ducts
sending messengers down
to cool off my cherry-hot cheeks

At 70 miles and hour
my chest tightens
and my neck aches
The pressure of mental overwhelmingness
drives the gas pedal
to the floor
red-lining
as the pile of work builds

At 90 miles an hour
I've lost control of the wheel
Weakened brakes
send me swerving off course
plummeting into the abyss
Engulfed in anxiety
the mental strain
tightly grips me
dragging under