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Spiraling Down

An unusual fear

Downward, ever-spiraling down down These stairs stretch on forever

My legs quiver as I, in anxiety-ridden determination, force myself down my palms sweating heart pounding

down down spiraling down

I grasp the railing knuckles white as I take another step down

Another landing, but more stairs to go bravely moving forward downward beads of sweat drip into my eyes I press on

down down spiraling down

The last step appears not cement like the one from so long ago, the one that cracked cracked cracked my skull, leaving me terrified of downward stairs

Response to Ellie Jacobson’s Sparks №9: Count your Buttons prompt — Do you have an unusual fear or phobia? When did you notice it or is it a result of a specific event in your life?

Sparks №9: Count your Buttons

Weekly writing newsletter from Flint & Steel

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Lori Carlson writes Poetry, Fiction, Articles, Creative Non-Fiction, and Personal Essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Nature, Loss, Death, and the LGBTQ+ community. Check out her personal Medium blog here.