Panic attack.

night was walking with fat balled-up feet in gray sweaty gym socks, wood-block toes in the dirt and thick clippings of flesh.

folds of dismembered fat on the restroom tile floor.

“NO MORE ANGELS NO MORE ANGELS NO MORE ANGELS” screaming gibbering shrieking the sound falling everywhere broken like rain. pale white toes scuttling frightened alone to dark corners, to cry in the dust of the radiator sizzle, dark burning their dreams peeling thick brown-white layers in strips from their nails. teeth marks on skin, and the naked apostles in bathroom stalls, “NO MORE ANGELS NO MORE NO MORE NO