Oatmeal

Stomach churning

Eyes slightly burning

Hands sweating

Bricks layered on my chest

Crack a window open

Breathe a little deeper

Scream a little louder

Freak a little harder

Drag my hands on my jeans

Make fists and sweat some more

Why, oh why, oh why must I panic

Wash my hands again, stop sweating please

Close your eyes

Rub them like a child

Don't look into the light

Don't start crying

Am I going to throw up

Butterflies, dancers, gymnasts

Quick, get a bucket ready

No, just anxiety

Stomach churning,

Eyes burning,

Hands sweating,

Bricks layered on my chest

Was it just the oatmeal?