The room is too small and the walls are closing in
I can’t breath
My lungs are collapsing under pressure from this
elephant that has planted it’s beautiful self on my chest –
The world is spinning faster and faster –
I’m on a tilt.
My fingernails dig into the rich earth,
searching for a hold,
something to keep me from falling into the blackness lying below –
But no one can hear me because
my mouth never opened.
– Chan Eliza