Loaded

Loaded

A bead of sweat makes its way down my face

Feet tapping

Looking around like a mouse

Afraid, anxious, apprehensive

A hot ball bouncing in my chest, trying to break out

Like swallowing something without chewing

Forget butterflies, there’s birds in my stomach

Always in motion, like the ocean

Hands quivering

Fighting the temptation

To scream as loud as I can

I am a loaded gun

Ready to go off at any moment

 

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