Ribcage

I've been scared for so long.
I've been scarred for so long.
I am scared to the point I can no longer hold my pen without dropping it due to my shaking hands and shivering body. I can hear my own heart severely pounding - rather than beating - against my ribcage. It wants to find its own way out of my slightly withered body, among the crimson pulsing vein, ready to clog the sink and the tiniest fragments of myself.