Fear
You’re on a cliff, looking down.
You’re stomach is uneasy,
fluttering like butterflies or petals in the wind.
You look down and your hips tingle, legs turn to jelly,
you’re lower body is weak. You’re frozen; the slightest
move could end your life.
A tide quickly floats up
from your feet into your chest,
lingers in a swirl, then shoots back down.
The action repeats steadily, making you quiver
with anxiety. You’re up so high
that at the slightest movement
survival is impossible.
Your brain stops thinking,
your thoughts are empty.
It is as though you are dead.
The phobia of heights…Hypsiphobia…
is my Food Allergies.
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