Tremours

It starts with the toes,
They curl hearing footsteps,
Fingertips quiver and a zing runs down the arms.
The lips, they tremble and eyelids close.
The shock at the back of the head,
Runs down the spine.
I tremble.
The stomach ties-up in knots.
Legs feel the pricking of a thousand pins.
I tremble.
The tremors are real,
Sweat pools into my navel.
The Earth spins,
Out of control,
Thoughts wiped out.
The world shatters and explodes.
Breathing lost.
Mind out if control.
Do I tremble even then?