Pulse

The pulsing. It waves through me. I can hear every beat.

The air. It rushes from me. I can't breathe.

The pain. It's tears at me. I can feel nothing besides it.

The room. It spins around me. I can't focus.

The light. It fades away from me. I'm blacking out.

The heart. It pounds harder inside of me. I can't stand it.

This life. It strangles me. I want out.