The wet dream of my panic attacks

Doomsday

         “I probably shouldn’t say this,” I announced, and within an instant of hearing those lines, before I began to speak again I saw her face waver-ever so slightly-and placate her eyes. She did well to hide any shock before the shock. She could ballet through an earthquake, she could sign divorce papers on the bottom floor of a crumbling building as it came down.
            I asked her fifteen minutes earlier, while she was on stage, which tattoo hurt the worst, and she pointed t...