mushrooms

Did I tell you about the mushrooms? About how far away I was and yet how close everything felt. How overwhelming the world, as it crowded me into a corner. Yelling and screaming and banging. Grating and scraping on top of me. I could not look away. I could not close my ears. I wanted to yell louder than everything. I wanted to stand so the grass would stop touching all I was but nausea held me down, pressing every inch of me into a thousand blades. Each one unbearable, driving me mad. To close to close to close. I could not move, I could not think, I could barely breathe. LEAVE ME ALONE. Let me be alone. Let there be nothing. Please.

-w