It starts out like any day,
It always does,
But then the monster strikes.
His attacks seem powerless
Unless you're the target.
My lungs tighten,
It feels as if a thousand pounds
Have been placed upon them.
My heart drops,
The feeling of endlessly falling begins.
Sweat begins to drip down my forehead,
The room suddenly feels a hundred degrees.
Yet, when the monster leaves,
The effects are left behind.
It is not until later
That I am free once more.

~JessTheWolf 🐺