Hello, anxiety. I thought I noticed you gnashing your hideous fangs in the shadows behind the bookshelf. Now that a gentle silence has fallen across the house and the others have gone to rest and dream you think you can step from the darkness and wrap at my skull once again. Trying your best to sound cordial and well-meaning with phrases that begin with good intentions and important messages. There is a poison within those words that send my mind into a spiraling circle of despair and unease. You are not welcome here, and though I try persistently to escape your acidic tongue, I find myself succumbing nightly to your menacing ways and curl up with my hands over my ears screaming ”GO AWAY!”
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