Thursday, August 7, 2008


When it experiences me.
The feel is sick,
Like it wants to hurl.
The back shivers,
Going up and down.

Deeper breathing,
Intense breath.
Eyes watering.
The muscles are tense.

Start to hyperventilate,
Eyes engage forward.
Powers are useless,
Focus on how to get out.

Being so rigid.
So fight.
Laugh and cry,
The noise sickens itself.