Panic
︎︎︎ Tess Nealon Raskin
︎ Feb 3, 2025
There was a hot lodge in the airplane brakes.
I was a space angel asking for bacteria.
My floor was stuffland and every mouth was a shallow portal.
I was going faster and faster.
Most images in the world were made by computers
And seen by other computers. No one was knocking.
There were years where I ate only radishes
and salt and perfume bottles.
My neighbors were computers
and sedation met me on the bridge.
Something barked down the hall.
I was a night bloom. You spit jam all over my toast.
I wanted to be a dog. I wanted to lick the wallpaper
and still be forgiven. You are sure
the feeling will kill you this time.
I went under the bridge with flowers.
I was on my way and I wanted to save everyone.
The sunshine locked me in your car.
The bloodwork kept coming in.
I said I am going faster and faster. Eventually
I will make collision.
The bulbworld burst.
The bright hollowed me out.
I kept coming and coming.
I was a space angel asking for bacteria.
My floor was stuffland and every mouth was a shallow portal.
I was going faster and faster.
Most images in the world were made by computers
And seen by other computers. No one was knocking.
There were years where I ate only radishes
and salt and perfume bottles.
My neighbors were computers
and sedation met me on the bridge.
Something barked down the hall.
I was a night bloom. You spit jam all over my toast.
I wanted to be a dog. I wanted to lick the wallpaper
and still be forgiven. You are sure
the feeling will kill you this time.
I went under the bridge with flowers.
I was on my way and I wanted to save everyone.
The sunshine locked me in your car.
The bloodwork kept coming in.
I said I am going faster and faster. Eventually
I will make collision.
The bulbworld burst.
The bright hollowed me out.
I kept coming and coming.
Tess Nealon Raskin is a writer, actress, and filmmaker.