Shush the Heart

The patient is nothing but uneasy and frightenedly aware and continually uncomfortable in her thin skin. All that is alien is struck in the iris and ignites a nerve reaction that manipulates trembling in her heart.
Two years has past and the disorder penetrates deeper than ever.
"He-h-hello," she says to the cashier, the friend over the phone, the doctor. Mere strangers.
"Hi there, how are you?" She asks in her induced confident state.
It's a damned lie; that is all.


I feel incredible. Why? Because I drank.