In the waiting room, you sit perfectly still. Your spine is a ruler. Your ankles are crossed. You smile when the receptionist calls your name. But behind your teeth, a choir is screaming. It is the sound of every errand you ever ran on four hours of sleep. The sound of every calm down whispered into your ear like a lullaby for a bomb.
By midday, your hands are doing it. The tremor. A cup of coffee rattles against its saucer. A pen skates off the page. You press your palms flat against the cool wood of the desk, but the wood only learns to tremble with you. This is what they fear in you—not the scream, but the frequency . The way a woman’s panic can tune the very air to a different key.
And for one terrifying, glorious moment—you were the most honest thing in the room.
In the waiting room, you sit perfectly still. Your spine is a ruler. Your ankles are crossed. You smile when the receptionist calls your name. But behind your teeth, a choir is screaming. It is the sound of every errand you ever ran on four hours of sleep. The sound of every calm down whispered into your ear like a lullaby for a bomb.
By midday, your hands are doing it. The tremor. A cup of coffee rattles against its saucer. A pen skates off the page. You press your palms flat against the cool wood of the desk, but the wood only learns to tremble with you. This is what they fear in you—not the scream, but the frequency . The way a woman’s panic can tune the very air to a different key. Hysteria
And for one terrifying, glorious moment—you were the most honest thing in the room. In the waiting room, you sit perfectly still