Anxiety
It crawls around the cobwebs of our minds.
It creeps into the forgotten universe of yesterday and the forbidden city of tomorrow.
Sometimes it can lay a single egg.
And when that egg hatches, it erupts into a hive of crawlers that swarm the very thoughts that used to burn off these creatures.
It overwhelms us, it surrounds us.
It becomes us
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