Panic Attack

My knees at my chest, my armour against the world.

My hands grasping desperately trying to get a touch of reality.

My ragged breathing deafening , I am drowning in myself.

My heart is a drum beating faster and faster.

The familiar scent of my blanket fills my nose, a barrier between me and my fear.

The smell of fear fills my nose as I try to escape it, I am prey fleeing a predator.

The panic fills my mouth, an unwanted visitor.

The strong hands of panic squeeze my throat until I can barely breathe.

The panic is like a living breathing thing as it takes over my body.