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

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