Where's the remote gone?

Claustrophobia isn't just about physical confinement – intense situations, complex circumstances and contexts with more angles than answers, can just as well squeeze you in the middle so your gut squirms sending bidirectional pressure outwards from the abdominal core till your head weighs a bowling ball and legs too weak to lift against iron drag-chains of gravity. Everything closes in cos you know you're not – can't – go anywhere but here. And then the shaking takes possession with a will of its own. Fright, with no chance of flight. Heart and lungs beat away at the rib cage. The throat cuts off. And all one can hope is that the black, bottomless relief comes soon.