Writing Prompt

I am afraid of crying in public

I am afraid of thunderstorms

And that I am a bad teacher

I am afraid of my own voice when I yell

I am afraid of the dark

Because in it I can see all my flaws

I am afraid of being stuck

In some suffocating space

Like the crevice of a rock

Or with an unfaithful lover

I am afraid of the way hospitals smell

I am afraid of my own heart

Because it is glass

I am a...

I used to be afraid of the dark

Thought monsters had fangs and claws

Hidden under my bed, ready to attack

Devouring me with wide open jaws.

I used to believe as a child

In witches, werewolves and vampires

That hunted people at night

Rejoicing in their blood desires.

But now that I’ve grown up I see

Wars, murders, gore and deadly weapons

And I realise with an aching heart

That the real monsters a...

Shaking jelly spines,

And gasping pinpricked lace lungs,

Body slick with wet,

And heart a racing whirlpool,

Is this what real fear feels like?...

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With a throaty gasp he scrunched his eyes tight, forcing his attention back inside himself. He could feel his mind screaming, racing to escape and spill in every direction. He was dizzy and nauseous. Th...

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