Phobia

That  t i n g l y  feeling.  
 
Like a sixth sense,  
When you just know...  
                                   Somethings there.  
 
Eight little legs,  
                They crawl along your skin.  
 
Breath catches in your throat,  
Building up for what to come.  
 
You think your heart stops  
                                         b e a t i n g.  
 
No--You're clearly still alive--  
If your scream is any indication.  
 
 
Glancing down.  
                       Nothings there.  
 
P a r a n o i a  
                     It's setting in.  
 
Still--You're afraid to sleep at night.  
And you begin to i t c h.