My heart in my chest

I can’t breathe.

My only thought is

It’s gonna get me.

Where can I hide?

It makes my skin crawl to think about it.


The fear of bees.

I try and explain to people that it’s not just a little fear.

It impacts my day to day life.

I’ve always been afraid.

Terrified of them coming for me.

And I don’t know why.

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