paranoia.

what is this feeling within me?
bubbling in the pit of my stomach, making me short of breath, my pores tingle.
dread. uncertainty. worry.
paranoia.
eating, eating me up. i can't help it.
gnawing at my bones like a rabid dog. scavenging my flesh like a sneering vulture.
shaking, but only just. or maybe it's merely the cold.
sleep it away. delve into dreams.
calm yourself, jessie.