I woke up tired today.

Hot sweet

Expressos

In tiny white cups,

Stirred me a little.

But  lethargy,

And the heat,

And the crushing  humidity

Made me anxious,

Gave me palpitations,

Made me light headed

And confused.

I had no plans today

So I sat at a pavement café

Sipping expressos,

Staring at people.

And when the dehydration

Brought on

Panic attacks

I was no longer tired,

And even though

I had absolutely

Nothing to do,

I was terrified

And saw quick stars

And white lines

When I closed my eyes.

And I just cringed

At the thought

Of the nightmares

Just

Waiting.

Image from medical daily.com

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