• It's dark

    But my eyes have adjusted

    And i notice the small space that surrounds me

    I realize that i am in the midst of my greatest fear

    My heart beat races

    The hyperventilating starts to settle in, as does the panic

    My head feels light

    And the room begins to spin

    Round and round . . .

    The nausea bounces in my stomach

    Like an impatient child, waiting for my reaction

    The walls are slowly closing in,

    Squeezing every last breath out of my lungs,

    And i desperately try to find a way out

    But it's too late

    My body is crushed

    And i not only feel, but hear the bones crack beneath my skin

    Then my heart gives out from the pressure

    And i perish

    Murdered by my own phobia