sapphire stones [poetical mess]

a three course meal

Some say it comes in waves,
that it starts at their feet
and like water;
makes its way up
to their lungs, their throat...
There it chokes them.

But that makes it sound stable.

My panic shows up differently.
It sticks its sharp teeth
in my neck, my fingers;
my heart.

To my panic I'm a three course meal
and it tears me apart.