Anthropophobia
Sweaty palms and a racing pulse,
hands swipe against rough denim.
Emerald eyes skirt the crowd,
searching and scanning.
People. Strangers.
Fear strikes her,
a dagger through her heart.
Breathing speeds up- hyperventialtion.
Steadily she stands,
frantically her mind speeds.
People. Strangers.
The crowd flows against her,
a steady rock parting the sea.
Drowning, drowning, drowning,
she sinks to the bottom.
People. Strangers.
A stable hand reaches.
Fingers fumble to clasp hers.
Hand in hand.
Friend. Fearless.
This poem is about:
Me