Fear is irrational when it
Creeps along the floor
Like an animal with no
will.
It slowly climbs up walls
with
Arms and legs growing more
threatening:
Viscous, black daggers
extending,
Shiny eyes peer intently
waiting
To feed upon the gripping
fear that
Consumes you.
As your fear increases so
do the shadows.
Those more daring will
hang, dangling from the
Ceiling fan, until they
descend slowly to
Envelope your face.
The fear is so cold that
you can feel it
In your hands, your legs,
your stomach.
You tremble with nausea,
but
Don’t know why.
“It’s irrational!” You
explain to your rational self,
But in this moment there
is not much reason left.
Your chest hurts. You
shiver uncontrollably.
You struggle to breath,
but have forgotten how.
A blade of ice slices
through your core
Piercing your brain
without mercy.
Left unplugged…you
lose.
Isabel Rosales de Pool
