Sitting in class, listening and watching a demonstration.
I feel it coming on, like a light headache.
Just the slight buzzing, the high pitch squeel, off in the distance, far away.
But now it’s getting closer, now it’s getting louder,
Now it’s screaming in my face.
My visions fading,
The corners turn to black, dissolving inward.
Until finally, the middle and all throughout is black. Pitch black.
I can barely make out the teacher’s voice beyond the buzzing and the screeching and the darkness.
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