I’m afraid of snakes
A cold and dry slither on my neck
As the sound of hisses twirls around my ear
Makes darkness, trees and picnics dreadful
I’m afraid of beds
Beds equal sleeping
And sleep leads me to an endless cycle of bondage
A slave to images and memories of the dead
To relive the painful events that led to their death
I’m afraid of my mind
Black are my thoughts
With whispers of evil slipping in and out
A trip to hell might just be the perfect distraction I need
I’m afraid of mirrors
The beautiful reflection I see when I smile
Is followed by whispers
Whispers I know I’ve heard before
And the smile slowly turns into a frown
I’m afraid of love
Love leads to awkward situations
Situations that lead to disappointment
And a night filled with hopelessness,
that loneliness might just be the fate I’m destined to suffer
I’m afraid of sharing my insecurities
But I just finished writing them down for you to see
And snakes are also my favorite creatures
The black, brown and blue patterns
That shimmer in the light
I find hard to resist
Because
Most times fear is a knock I choose to ignore
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