Week 13 Theme 5

Last one!

An actual or mythical creature. (revision)

Stare into its eyes and you will see the mortality of man’s creation, the frail beams that hold insanity at bay from the human mind, and you will see them buckle and phase. Stare into its eyes and you will see fire that warms the lonely and water that calms the passionate. Stare into its eyes, and you will see the threads of those that they charred and drowned. Stare into its eyes, and you will see your nightmares, your insecurities, your Fear.

Sing, if you dare, of that shapeshifter’s face that no man has captured it in its perversion, its mirror shine, its sneaking thoughts. Sing, please, of Fear’s ethereal existence, its guises as suppressed memories. Sing what you remember of its stalking amongst the crowd, a fleeting beanie in the mirage of hats. Sing of its many forms, the phantom bear at the hiking trail, the riptide at the river bend, the bowtie on the black widow.

Listen to Fear’s listless whispers planting jealousy into your deepest passions. Listen to its syncopated thumps, the quivers of one’s heart under Fear’s firm stethoscope. Listen as it grows, those tiny ideas driven by Fear’s amplifying hand, and face it.

Stare into Fear’s glossy eyes, and you will see yourself. Stare into Fear’s eyes, and you will witness an eternity in a second, and you will wish that you had not known that Fear was always behind your head, always whispering to you and you alone. Stare into Fear’s eyes, and laugh.