Tuesday afternoon; the vertigo. Like sisters comes rushing.
Cotton ball ears, merry-go-round mind, clammy skin, bubbling stomach;
A thirst so great rushes inside like ocean; salty dripping between lips.
Clutching grains of wood: a chair – a saviour, eyes closed through fear & embarrassment.
Tick, tick minute passes.
Blood thickens. Erect on unsteady knees, pink flushed cherub cheeks.
Shrug off the stares of others round you.
The vertigo – Tuesday afternoon.