a panic attack
that night i died. i would say it was a close call but it wasn't. my body wasn't mine anymore and my soul was hanging off the edge of a barrelling cart on a racing track scraping the bottom of a lightless cave without walls. i closed my eyes and tried to apologize but by any measure it was too late and the gates had closed.
how dying feels? like you are laid bare, your naked body, what you try to hide on display. nothing matters anymore: you are at the end.