panic

short poem

sober;
such a strong word
and I wince
as it trembles your vocal chords
and falls from your lips
with the roll of your tongue

my intestines feel twisted,
I'm knots and chains
and shattered glass,
so I try not to move.

healthy;
it's a panic-attack
and I'm numb
as you tell me you know
everything I've hidden
from you for so long