exciting class
anyway, but there
is no way I can possibly
concentrate on the Industrial
Revolution. The boredom is crushing.
I feel like a vacuum is sucking the air
from my lungs. My heart races.
My wrists throb. There’s
a gushing in my ears.
I could die. Right
here. Right
now. I close my
eyes, breathe. Breathe
to fight the burgeoning panic.
No! Damn it. I won’t give in. Not
here. Not now. Not when I’m so close.
SO CLOSE
To feeling like
maybe, just maybe
I have a chance
at being okay.
So close
to feeling normal.
Regular. Not a misfit
at all, but someone
worthy of a friend,
and not only a friend,
but
a boyfriend. Breathe.
Deep. The threat of