PANIC 

That moment as I get prepared
a sudden current trickles down my spine,
my forehead, with drops of sweat.
A coldness envelopes me like a warm candle 
melting the wax.
My heart skips a beat, or it it two or three?
My head over thinking, pounding.
I feel my muscles gripping my body.
My body gets tighter
or did I get fatter?
I hear a shatter up there
as I see a paper tattered.
She's the former,
I'm the latter
does it matter?
A sudden clatter of hands.
Did someone get battered?
Oh, it's the mad hatters.
My breath goes uneven.
Breath in. Breathe out.
My hands and legs
red, swollen 
and cramped.
My brain says "You're going to be fine."
My heart says "No. You can't do it."
My brain and heart punching each other:
their old enmity and a new born-
a churning stomach.
A black whirlwind, a frothy mind.
A fear strutting around the corner,
a fear running into me,
a fear pulling me down.
Panic mode: ON.
                             - Megha