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Product of burning anxiety
Panic attacking from all angles
The computer seems to be carrying charge
The screen too bright
The room beginning to constrain and constrict
The music becomes discordant
heartbeat and ragged breath become all consuming
Laptop closed as the user rises
Hands clammy grip the breast
Again the monster of demon dreams returns
Until in painting breath and muttered mantras
It is forced back into the hell from which it emerged
It’s chemical trace still causing a cascade of adrenaline
Its memory too sharp
Its return unpredictable, yet certain
