Do Over


clammy hands

racing heart


← there →

→ to here ←

knocking knees

sound like bees

buzzing in my ear…

instant chill

feeling ill

standing ends of

/ hair /

sweat runs cold

lose control

tripping over air…

mouth is dry

breath—a sigh,

eyes are fixed to ground



words refuse

.to form.

when you’re around…

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: nervous

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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