Blue Glow

It started with a twitch —

a flinch beneath my ribs,

a small rebellion inside flesh.

The meeting blurred,

a bathroom stall swallowed my breath.

I searched, fingers trembling,

"chest twitch" lit on a screen

in sickening blue light,

horrors typed in sterile fonts

that bent my ribs tighter,

words that spun the room,

pulled the breath from my throat.

Every sentence folded over me,

a weight far heavier than flesh,

a panic made of pixels,

news headlines bleeding into fear,

convulsing where calm should live.

I regret the search,

the promise of knowing

that carved a hollow,

a slow burn beneath my skin.