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Everything stops when I see the            blur hear the low, vibrating                                 buzz                                                        RIGHT IN MY EAR Flinch spasm FREEZE My muscles every last one tense and rigid                                          Don't                                           Move                                             An                                                  Inch My head snaps to my shoulder My hands fly to my neck                                    my signature tic protect my ears protect my head or the monster the horror                                the bee will fly into my skull and- I feel its legs                covered in short fibrous tendrils oh god no scuttling inside my head an itch I can't scratch a whimper lodges in my throat                                threatens to turn into a SCREAM -into my brain the blur flashes by as sweat     r                       o                           l                             l                               s down my back MY SKIN IS BURNING EVERYTHING IS BURNING the wasp in my head is STINGING ME EVERYWHERE AT ONCE Tears sting Arms sting everything stings **** this phobia!*
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 8:59 PM UTC
Apiphobia/Spheksophobia
Everything stops when I see the            blur hear the low, vibrating                                 buzz                                                        RIGHT IN MY EAR Flinch spasm FREEZE My muscles every last one tense and rigid                                          Don't                                           Move                                             An                                                  Inch My head snaps to my shoulder My hands fly to my neck                                    my signature tic protect my ears protect my head or the monster the horror                                the bee will fly into my skull and- I feel its legs                covered in short fibrous tendrils oh god no scuttling inside my head an itch I can't scratch a whimper lodges in my throat                                threatens to turn into a SCREAM -into my brain the blur flashes by as sweat     r                       o                           l                             l                               s down my back MY SKIN IS BURNING EVERYTHING IS BURNING the wasp in my head is STINGING ME EVERYWHERE AT ONCE Tears sting Arms sting everything stings **** this phobia!*
#fear#phobias#bees
cain-arkay
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cain-arkay
30/Genderqueer/American
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 8:59 PM UTC
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