The Floor

I hardly remember what I did, but everyone in the family saw me and told me that Whatever I do they didn’t want to see me psych out like that again.

 

I turned to the bathroom and started my mad panic attacks in there.

Whenever something would happen that I couldn’t handle I would walk calmly into The bathroom,

Curl up on the floor,

And sob like a child.

Sometimes I would make a silent scream.

Something that would rise in my throat, but I would never let it rise in volume.

The pitch was so high it was more like a shriek.

I began to drool and let it come out my mouth and make little puddles on the Linoleum floor.

After the attack would cease, I clean up my mess and walk out of the bathroom fully Composed.