Anxiety: What She means to me.

Sometimes I am terrified to breathe in. I know the breath will ask too much. She will ask my heart to race, tell my fingers to tingle, and whisper sweetly to my brain that it is time to wake up. I hold my breath at the top. My lungs are unapologetically coerced by Her to slowly fill up with terror. My once beautifully blind lungs are cold and frozen with consciousness. The breath in asks too much of me, that is why I make every attempt to shorten Her.