Arachnophobia

My heart pounds like a jackhammer,

And sweat beads on the back of my neck,

Slowly trickling down tan skin

My mind reels, spinning with fear,

As tiny hairs, carried on multiple pointed legs, brush against my flesh

The sensation makes my stomach clench,

A sickening feeling taking over

Leering straight at me,

Are a set of black beady eyes,

Appearing almost souless

At any moment,

I feel as if I could be devoured

The mix of negative emotions and bodily reactions

Leaves me faint, like I could collapse instantaneously

I want to scream,

But my throat is hoarse and dry,

Noise refusing to escape

I plead for this to be over

It is one of my deepest fears