A hollette on panic

The creak of panic eeks through me
echoing through crevices
that I didn't know were
empty, cavernous.
Delicately,
severely,
stressing
panes
that look
out onto
the facade of
calm that enshrouds the
world, daring it to crack
and burst outward in shards of
slicing and lonely hysterics.

(Prompt by me)

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