Panic

Staring up at the sky, 
Into the void of space,
With gravity as my anchor.
Where does love come from?

Guns in the distance,
Pollen. 
Nah, I’m not scared.
But I don’t wanna do paintball.

Hide. Shiver. Run.
Phone slams onto the ground.
Broken.
Like this house, I broke this house.

The flowery glass case,
Now a safety hazard.
Car door slams.
I’m sorry, Daddy,

I didn’t mean for it to get this far.
I’m sorry you’re angry with me.
Or with it.
The malfunction.

Panic, clawing at my throat.
In my heart, in my lungs, oh no,
My lungs are filling with panic,
Panic in my bones, everywhere.