and swallows you.
The sky grows black
and hollows you.
Your heart pounds out of your chest.
You're squeezed in tight, compact and pressed.
The sweat rolls off your forehead.
You shouldn't have left your blankets and bed.
Your pulse is quick/your feet are bricks.
Your face pale/you can’t exhale.
You're in a tizzy/so, so dizzy.
Death, a headless horseman is riding your back.
No! No! No! It's a Panic Attack.