In such wilderness as this, the twin snarling tangles of fears known and unknown, both veiled in shadows, weave their insidious way around your body. Whispers and fallen leaves become a hurricane in your adrenalin drenched ears. Standing still, as you are, the scraps of livid miasma pulse towards you with every heartbeat until you have no choice but to breath them in. The incense of dread wicking fast through your aching lungs and oozing out through your pores. I can smell it on you now, the sour aroma of shivering, cornered prey, and I wonder then, as the the idle gods must wonder, which way you will turn.
“You’re like scissors in my coat
You’re like splinters in my cup”~sneaker pimps, splinter