microscopes & mountain hills

it glares at me from the corner,
that bitter little shadow
when i stare at him, he grows
when i turn my back to him,
he doesn’t slow his walk
talking in my ear –
my heart stops, mind drops its rationality,
fears and insecurities stalking my
waking hours and planting poisonous
flowers to keep me restless in my sleep
and when i smile, it feels uncomfortable
like nailfiles dragging their bodies
across chalkboards under stale
fluorescent lights, how can something
so small render me paralyzed

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: massive

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