On my way to a fun night,
car breaks down, an unknown site,
glimpse up at the dim moonlight,
heartbeat marches to pure fright.
Blood pressure does jumping jacks,
views that surround are pitch black,
equilibrium, out of wack,
hear my own inner voice crack.
Goosebumps come out for a peek,
cold sweat does not drip, it leaks,
both knees buckle, head feels weak,
strong paralysis feels bleak.
Both palms become water streams,
step from the car, hear loud screams.
Gasp for air but inhale steam,
pull myself out from this dream.
Open eyes then gasp for air,
chills raise follicles of hair,
pant away all tense despair,
go to sleep without a care.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy