No Refills…

Floating on a scrap of wood in an ocean so enormous and endlessly tempestuous.
The thoughts intrude my mind like shark teeth feasting on my flesh, and the poison jellyfish pull at every limb, as large as my insecurities.

Dragging me down deep under the water and I feel peaceful for just a moment because the storm isn’t roaring in my ears, and then I realize I can’t breath and I’m sinking and drowning and the sharks and the jellyfish are still there tearing me apart and poisoning my mind and making me feel as though I’m splitting into a million little pieces until I’m just chum floating at the top of the water, attracting the emotional vampire sharks that feast on the very last bits of my mind.