“The Feeling” by Ellen Lopiano

The Feeling Ellen Lopiano*

Every day starts new, And then it rumbles. Outside, inside. Like a tornado No warning, little warning. Wait do I get a warning? Can we pause? I need to breathe, to think. Paralyzed. Can you feel that? The vibrating? My skin, If it vibrates anymore it may melt. Melt right off, And fall to the floor. 1,2,3,4,5,6 The numbers on repeat in my mind Fast, faster. Like the spin cycle in a washing machine. Make it stop I want off, Out of this body. Triggers- what was it this time. The hollow sound of a motorcycle, the dryer, or the roar of a fire. Breath... it will pass. It always does.