tReMbLiNg, ShAkInG, bUcKiNg of the ground.
Tantrums, it throws things every way around.
It protests underneath the grass and stone,
rumbling so it's wrath and panic are known.
My fingers look like worms, my arms like snakes.
My legs have turned to jelly from the shakes.
My head pounds, it's frozen ice in my mind.
The world tilts as my balance has declined.
"Take deep breaths," and "count to three."
"Look at what your surroundings may be."
I look around stunned, and, realizing, I see;
the only one who's shaking is me.