Learning Lines

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Feet, Flat on the Ground

Wave of nausea,

hits me like a bird hits an unexpected window.

Burning, starting at the top of my head,

slowly creeps,

through the throat,

the esophagus,

the stomach.

Flash of heat, behind the ears,


A wave of tingling,

down heavy arms,

pulses madly in hot blood.

Ringing ears announce the physical presence of this

emotional manifestation of anxiety.




Feet, flat on the ground.


One comment on “Feet, Flat on the Ground

  1. Amy Ritchie
    April 25, 2010

    Wow. That’s a wonderfully creepy dead-on description. Interesting that the anxiety starts from the top down. Now that I think about it, it’s very true. This is very raw, great writing.

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