29 April 2012
A sense of dread trickles down my throat like putrid honey, it warms my chest unpleasantly and shocks my heart into an unsteady rhythm.
My face flushes a magnificent red and a clamminess bathes my entire body.
Muscles start quivering and my fingers start to shake, I can feel myself losing control
I need to run, to hide and cry but I'm too frightened to move. Adrenaline has frozen me in place, a pitiful statue
What to do, what to do.
Statue • Opuss № I