Fear of a cockroach crawling up my leg
And it finding a home in the pocket.
Fear of it biting me as I swat it, screaming.
Fear of falling on a sharp rock as I sprint to the door of my house.
Fear of walking inside my home to find a serial killer.
Wielding a pocket knife to the throat,
Still coated in liquid red.
Fear of the daddy long legs that mysteriously disappeared off the windowsill.
Fear of a potential stalker watching me through that window.
Fear of Falling down the stairs as I run down the narrow slippery steps.
Fear of being overwhelmed by towering pile of work that needs to be done.
Fear that my mom won't believe that a cockroach actually crawled up my leg
Fear of crushing my hand in the door I will slam shut.
Fear of going into my room to find it has been ransacked.
Fear of going to sleep.
Fear of the nightmare that might come.
Fear of that one strange noise.
Fear of walking up to the sound of gunshots and screams...
The fear that this is the nightmare my life has become
