Do Not See

Small, rocking panic attack.

She’s done this before -

Lifting herself up enough,

Switch change ball to heel,

Clasped hands around her ankles -

A shiny gold band – twist, twist -

Glazed look in her eye – do not do not see do not see -

The terror swirling in her mind.

A strange, jilted memory – falling -

Collapsing like a pool to a puddle on the kitchen floor

Reaching out to clasp the handle of the fridge

A blinding white light recoiling back -

Staying in it -

Basking in the cold air and

Wondering what she’s doing here...