2nd September 2016.

Prompt: 'Panic Attack' by DivineCorvus

My eyes refused to linger on anything , as I walked alone.

I dared not listen to the sounds of life in this buzzing street.

For I knew that even a tiny fragment of memory, could trigger an avalanche.

And I would be pulled down into the murky waters of a dreaded past.

A breeze blew across the street making a few strands of hair fall onto my forehead.

As I tucked them back, I remembered how he loved to play with my hair.

And with that snippet of the past, came the sting of unrelenting tears.

The emotions that were once locked away  and securely shackled

Broke free  out of the dark  dungeons and conquered my body, howling like demons.

Their insolent cries rang in my ears, as they clawed at my brittle soul with vengeance.

Walls of terror were closing around me and my lungs were deprived of much needed air.

I could hear my frantic heart  beating faster  to keep me alive, but I wished it would fail.

As I was engulfed by a familiar void I realised that my emotions had won the battle again.

Good or bad?