Terror

I though it was over and done with. I thought I had got over it - them - those. I was wrong, it still triggers something tottering on the brink of panic as if one were balancing on the ledge of a cliff, looking down at the jagged teeth below where the wind howls through your soul.

That word... 'failure'... it is still so strong. I didn't even hear it from a person, just a thing. I was watching internet TV and the theme of this episode was testing and failure. 'Test', 'scores' and 'failure' kept hounding my ears. It was negligible at first. It barely triggered anything. The terror slowly dawned on me like. It felt like a razor probing deep into my throat slowly with my reflection in a mirror so I can witness the full visceral agony. My heart beat faster, my shoulders tensed up and my breathing became heavy. It was an indescribable fear, an unnamed horror that bound me in cold chains.

Perhaps some scars never d heal after all.