Panic Attack

This house is filled with tongues
sticking out of moving walls like

little snakes
hissing, sneering

The journey here started
on a day that caught fire,

everything was burning
and worry was the wisp
you chased till

the smoke faded away
then you lost your way
and wandered into an old snare

A house with walls
coming together
like a clap of death

and you count your breath
because the air is thin
your heart might fail

curse God and die
curse God and die

you hear voices
like a marketplace
in your head
everyone, everything
is haggling over your soul