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Reverie |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York 
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. . . The constant wailing of the firehouse siren did not scare me, no. Not even the screams of the firetrucks as they hastily abandoned their refuge in the fire station at the top of our street. In the distance, an ambulance joins the wailing of the sirens sounding like one sick melody. No, none of this frightens me at all. In fact, I welcome the noise. The noise means that help is on the way. As long as I know that help is on the way, I will be okay. I can hold out a little bit longer. The louder the sirens become, the less I concentrate on the fact that I cannot breathe. I cannot breathe and my chest is full of fire. Hot, burning coals inside of my lungs. My God, I am too young to be feeling this way! The cars draw near on our small, city street as people gather to see what is going on. Droves of them. The people. All coming from their doorways, standing on their porches. Waiting to see what tragedy has befallen their precious street this April evening. My husband looks me in the eye and utters painfully, "This is all for you . . . " . . . my throat is burning, I am choking, My God, I am choking! Unseen hands grip their fingers around my throat, slowly cutting the passage of air into my lungs. Tingling begins in my fingers and travels through my entire body ending at the tips of my toes. Someone is standing on my chest, Dear God, it feels like a dozen cinderblocks have been placed there. I make my way down the staircase, double vision. My throat is closing up and I struggle to gasp for air. I feebly stumble into the living room and whisper to my husband, "911, call 911." Oh Lord - help him to comprehend. Make him understand that I am dying! Thick, putrid air surrounds me, air my lungs quickly reject. I dash to our back step and run outside. Somehow I believe that the air outside is better. For stability, I grab onto the porch railing. Gasping and choking, like a fish out of its element, I pray, "God, help me." The sirens. I can hear the sirens. Thank you, God - in the distance I can hear the wailing of the firehouse siren . . . " |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
I know this should be in prose - but somehow felt everyone can relate to this in one way or another - so forgive me for rambling . . . |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA |
You're right. I can certainly relate to this - especially on one of those nights when I never go to sleep! LOL I've had a couple of panic attacks that felt like this. I don't get them very often, hope you don't either! Nice ramble  the only man worth your tears will never make you cry |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
and the firemen, gotta love them, come to rescue you with their big hoses, loved this ive had those fantasies too, girlfriend like your stuff |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Ice - thank you - yes TG they are not like that anymore lol @ Michele - hahahaha - nice fantasy indeed! xxoo |
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Albert J. Allie Senior Member
since 2003-02-13
Posts 512Queens NY |
 a definite check! |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Thanks Albert - will catch ya next time around xxoo |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Did the husband do something to the wife? Why the comment 'this is all for you'? I like this but want more I guess.  |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Poet - no this was a panic attack I had - the first one - and my husband didnt realize what was occurring - he didnt know how I felt until he heard the sirens - the painful look to me - saying: This is all for you - meaning God Sue - OMG - I cannot believe this is all for you - ambulances - police cars - the works - all for me - TG that little memory is not a reality anymore - this is actually the first page of my novel - I'm test driving it - thanks for reading guys - |
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