The gradual fear
Builds and builds
And wears and tears
Until the point at which
My breathing rasps
My body is frozen.

All these little fears
About the chaos
About the unknown
All out of my control

And yet
It is infact
My fear
Of how I'll react
That haunts me

I am so scared of myself.
I take a bite of my frozen panic
(And it tasted like lemon sorbet)