Each breath I take is a constant battle for air

Sharply

Shrapnels of scent hit my nostrils

They flare and as the room blurs

The sweat forms at the tip of my brow

The walls squeeze, moved from the foundations

The voices

The expectant, curious questions

The deadlines

The long list of to-dos

to-be's

the dreams

Like cling wrap they shrink closer

Until finally, stuck on my

Tied up like pork rind

Seasoned with too much salt

And a careless hand that sprinkled too much spice

Coughing and choking on the steam

Broiling and boiling it gets hotter

The air is trapped, but begging to escape

No circulation

No chance of seeing the sun

Take me out before I overcook