Wednesday, 5 February 2020

The Attack

A frisson of fear 
Runs down my spine
As the monster
Extends its tentacles 
Towards me
Slowly sliding
Up my torso 
It wraps around 
My fragile neck 
And slowly starts
To apply pressure 
It's getting harder 
To breathe 
And stars dance
Before my eyes
Tears roll down
My cheek 
And the world 
Fades away
I gasp 
But there's no air 
I try to fight 
But I have no strength 
And I slowly give in
As the panic 
Takes over
And the anxiety 
Is victorious 
In its stealthy attack.... 

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