Panic in the Forest
Like a wounded deer struggling in the snow,
I fear I’ll never rise again.
The fear makes it hard to breathe
makes the world seem so cold.
I see the blood dripping on the snow
and the panic chokes me.
Everything spins and I get dizzy.
I can’t get my legs under me.
The ground so solid comes rushing up
I am still…
My breathing gets easier,
the spinning has stopped.
It was just a flesh wound.
I leap away into the forest.
I cannot decide if I like this final edit or not. It used to be longer, but it felt more like prose so I chopped it up.