Future dread suddenly
Now
Nauseous, shaking
Heart puddled on the floor
Throat lumped
Breath halted, erratic
Limp limbs
Decomposing,
Drifting away
Taken by the fear
What would
Light
reveal of this dark place?
Thoughts faster than I can read
But I know what they’re saying:
You aren’t good enough.
You are going to embarrass yourself.