Zebra Frog's Musings On Life

 Disposable  People are disposable. I am a disposable human. I'm only good until something  better different  more fun falsely whole  comes along. Then I'm discarded like trash beside the road, until life happens  and they need advice, information, a scapegoat  a memento to be marched out  and shown off, proving how good they are and what a burden I am. Afterwards, when my usefulness is done  I'm tossed aside again  more worn and broken  with innumerable oceans of tears flooding my heart and soul.

  Fear Ice cold chills running down my spine. Hands shaking like leaves in a storm. Nausea rises from my stomach  choking me. My face and chest get hot. My heart races  My vision goes dim as all sounds fade. Suddenly my hearing intensifies. I am on high alert frantically searching for danger. My eyes twitch. More heat creeps up my face & chest as I start to sweat.  I notice a metallic taste in my mouth  before it goes dry and I am unable to swallow. My head throbs and I feel faint.