Sometimes I get so afraid I can hear my heart stutter.  

I’ll just be sitting.
Thinking nothing.
Doing nothing.

Yet fear will grip me, find me when I least expect it. Riddling my mind with frenzy, frantically searching for something I cannot find. Like slow-moving oil, this stranger slicks its way into every vein as my heart thunders. It hides behind stray thoughts and moments of fragility. Always lurking, waiting to explore.

Constricting my lungs.
Seizing my muscles.
To hunt me before I find it.

I’m tired of looking, of trying to grasp what type of monster you are. I’d rather forget. So, please go away and leave me in peace.