My arms pinned down
my legs held still
a two year old child
being put into hell
Pumped full of drugs
fighting to stay awake
the doctors get angry
but my father is even more
Before a fight breaks
the doctors let her in
my blessed mother, my angel
her patience worn thin
18 years later
my body begins to panic
over a tickling from a boyfriend
my mind becomes manic
It seems so silly
to be afraid of something fun
but the trauma of my youth
has led me to be in fear
Author notes
My claustrophobia began with this situation in a hospital when I was in for testing.
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