Contest entry for celestialbloodlitmag word count: 228

Title: "Asthmatic"

Calm.

Calm, for a moment. Just a moment. The air is still, the senses filled.
It seems endless, a peaceful calm. The silence before the storm. Maybe moments, maybe hours.

It lasts until the first twitch.
Suddenly my breath begins to hitch, my jaw captures as I choke on nothing. Burning inside my throat, my body afloat.
My eyes roll before going hazy.

Distant.

Everything around me seems too crazy, my muscles lock and it gets harder to beat the clock. My life jerks as voices echo for me to return.
I'm lost in the fit, erupting into trembles and quakes my memories could be fake.

Sometimes a moment, maybe an hour.
The shaking doesn't cease but does devour, I hear the voices of alarm try and calm.
I'm struggling now,
breathing seems too far.
My tongue turns blue at the tip as I fight for control in this fit.

My nose fills with scents of another time, something like lime.
I feel my fingers claw around, scratching at the ground.
My heart is racing, my mind obliterating. I feel my lungs about to collapse.

Calm.
The storm has passed. I shake out of my fit and come back to the world I cast.
My seizure has ended.
My life will last.

Dedicated to people who suffer with epilepsy.