Panic


Panic

Panic

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Who wouldn’t

When the room reels

Lopsided

And the floor opens a black hole

Under feet

~

Who wouldn’t

Say to the child

Scared of the bee

It won’t hurt you

~

It can

~

But you mustn’t startle it.

Stay as still and set as your future

Invisible to anyone but you

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And the room

Will snap into place

The air will breathe

The windows of your mind

Will crack open

And life, it will bumble out

The sting safe

The hole closed

Because you let it be.


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