Claustrophobia

by A Phoenyx in Flight   Jan 18, 2008


The walls are closing in
and there's no escape.
The feeling of being confined
in a box is growing. Breathing
becomes impossible as panic sets in.
No windows in which to escape.
The walls are crushing you,
killing you.
That's a small part of being claustrophobic.

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