Spazz Attack

Her throat closing in,

Heart pounding through my chest,

Feeling as if it will bust through my rib cage,

Pupils pulled wide in fear,

Body rigid and stiff,

As if she is dead but yet alive,

Standing in front of the class,

Alone, though in a group,

What if she messes up?

Will her group forgive her?

Or will she be picked last again?

Her body grows numb

And her eyes blur,

Unable to focus on the task at hand.

She stutters,

Her tongue and lips

Like the Sahara desert.

Suddenly her ribs seem to cave in,

And she can’t breathe right,

She collapses on the floor,

Gasping for air,

She starts screaming and

Panicking,

Having her own mini spazz attack.

Reviews

[Anna]

This was very interesting, definitely not a common subject. Could be longer, but I enjoyed it!

[Writer *78*]

You made the reader feel as if he/she was having their own attack of sorts. This is really hard sometimes given the material but you pulled it out of a hat and formed it beautifully. Great work.

-Writer *78*

[Sam]

This is an exellent peom. It paints a picture in my mind, and makes me scared to ever have a spaz attack this severe. Good job. :)

[Tony]

Yup, that 's a spazz attack allright.
lol.... I don't think Ive ever witnessed one so severe though...

[Coyote Poetry]

Is this a spazz attack or a stress attack. When I was younger. I had stress attacks. Felt like your chest was caving in. I like the description. Made the vision of this girl attack come alive. A excellent poem.
Coyote