Fear

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