Trepidation

A dull metal blade
in between my chest bones,
thrusting upward,

dragging down.

My heart flees the assault by balling in my throat.

I can feel it’s beat in my finger tips,

vibrating,

bumping,

thrumming,

throbbing, heated.

Sharp metal tasting fingers in my mouth.

Cutting my cheek,
my tongue.

Can’t speak.

Skin shrinking, organs minimizing,

bones decreasing,

blood condensing,

trapped inside

my vessel.

Cold.