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Highway

Autistic ramblings about sensory overwhelm.

By M. EdwardsPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Highway
Photo by Nabeel Syed on Unsplash

Dodge the car, snap open my eyes, see where I am in delirium.

I stand adrift a bustling highway, ungrounded, untethered.

Sirens, clamouring bodies, honking horns and disgruntled civilians.

The cacophany is muddled yet still, I hear every independent sound with overwhelming clarity.

Roadside, a group stands in apprehension with their eyes fixed mercilessly on me.

Anxiety welds me to the tarmac — I'm unmoving, even in the face of unmoving traffic.

Clicking fingers from the window of a nearby car, shouting passers by, beeping of car horns.

Time has escaped me and I don't remember how I got here, what led me here, nor how I survived a potential grisly collision.

I don't know what to do, I don't even know how to move.

Overcome by every tiny sound, my ears, brain and body grip onto panic and leave my legs bereft of motion.

Nothing could snap me back into my body... Nothing except silence.

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M. Edwards

Writing for the sake of writing. I love bizarrely niche essays, fiction and recently, poetry. Not a professional - yet.

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    Written by M. Edwards