anxiety

the air
wont stay in
is being
s u c k e d out
without grace
by some obscure thief
or maybe the exit
that I'm unaware of
constantly searching for
my body is not my own
when every movement is
s l o w m o t i o n
my muscles are made of milk
being flash frozen
by liquid nitrogen signals
my brain is not my own
being observed by
every stranger here
but belongs to a child
just discovering panic
wishing for mother's womb
the warm weightless ambiance
and rhythmic sound of safety

someone please tell me to breathe