i think i've been in space

deer in the headlights

frozen fear


running- not fast enough

running too fast can't see my feet

can't see my fear

and my breath is coming in gasps now

floating on the tide of blood

rushing to my head

my world is a blazing white light

moth drawn to the porchlamp

and my wings are on fire

reality is quicksand

steady underfoot until

you realize you're drowning

helpless, sinking,

because this is real and you are not

dreaming anymore