‘The True Aesthetics of My Madness…’

‘The True Aesthetics of My Madness…’

Give me the strength…
To never surrender to this…

No point in asking why anymore…
Am I just a ticking time bomb inside…?

I feel queasy as the room spins around me…
The buzzing in my ears is all I can hear now…

My heart pounds faster, faster, faster…
Faster still as my chest begins to feel tight…

I reach my hand up to hold against my chest…
Up goes my other hand, together they try to steady my breathing…

The lump in my throat builds…
Swallowing is impossible now…

-Christina Rodriguez