You can never tell when/if they’re coming will they reach/snag your sweater with their mossy claws and leave your body shaking/rigid in the darkness, and you *******/choking your own breath.
You might/never see them, you can(t) always feel their breath, sticky on your sweating neck/knees as they stalk with practice/perfection, keeping you blind/sided.
Perhaps they are circling/behind but they still he(a)rd your dank mind and they can taste/fear because you taste it, acid/tar clinging to the back/tongue clutching the roof of your mouth s(l)eeping in(to) your lungs.
Your sense of direction(less) lost in attempt to hang (on) tattered flesh to remind your self of time/reality? to wonder where/when you left you and whether you’ll ever walk back to your body—
But this, this is yours/your mind/mindless being surreptitiously shepherded, invisible to your eyes/your intuition, which seeks/bares(t) gasps of light.
Hang on to those/sustenance, gaps in the cloth of your (de)constructed mind that withers/shreds/hopes again only to find claws closing closer. Where’s your reality?
Find it/they’ll get you/they’ll have you You’ll have you what’s the difference? When your mind is severed from its guy wires just as your earthquake saunters from quiver to roar and it all (col)lapses, you swallow you into cavernous depths where your calamities/
An attempt to describe generalized anxiety disorder and panic attacks.