Curled up, foetal.
Every muscle in my body tensed against the earth.
Fingers clenched.
Eyes clamped shut.
Arms rolled to my chest.
Nails biting into my palm.
The only moving thing is my eyes,
Rolling around inside my head.
Staring out at the world, rushing round me,
While I sit, still as a statue.
Unmoving, Unmovable.
Stuck, hard as concrete,
Fingers stiff as sticks

by sal carter

Comments (1)

Total Fear. Good work.