Flagellation

Sudden drift into memory;

Reality fragments as

Thoughts collide with pain

Plunging my senses into a

Deathly, repetitive mind field;

Lost in the past

Fears taunting me cleave

At my stomach,

While, as

 I search for escape

 Anxiety

Clothes me like a skin;

Once again,

Preparing me

For the habitual journey

Toward my private

 Phobic hell where,

I fade and decay, depraved

In its’ grip.                                                     Pia