Attack

Her breath quickens as she paces the aisles,
Goosebumps stretch her skin over bones,
She's alone here, but not at ease.
The air is thick and cool,
The walls climb,
She hears echoes from memory,
"Breathe. In...out..."
But she cannot.
Where her breath was quick and short,
It now slows, constricts,
Air does not enter her lungs.
The moment lasts forever.