Phobia
I watch with fascination and horror,
As a silky thread is made into a circular pattern
The creator is busy, with its eight think and hairy legs always in motion,
The massive, oval shaped body, turning to and fro,
Silently traversing from one weave to the next
I'm frozen to the ground,
My mouth forming the shape of a silent scream
I look down below,
My stomach churning in anticipation and terror
The car neared the top of the arch,
Slowing down as is progressed op the wooden slats
I brace myself for the descent, and close my eyes,
Feeling my stomach threaten to hurl out of my throat
As the rollercoaster careens down the track
I stood at the edge of the white water line
My stomach starts to tighten
The picture of a long, red, puffy sting line floats in front of my eyes
The memory of a paralyzing burn,
That overtook my body was imprinted into my brain
I stare at the water before me,
Praying that it was clear of the small, jelly-like, stinging creature
Commonly known as the Portuguese-Man-O-War
My mom took my grandparents to the airport,
To begin their journey around the Polynesian islands for a month
I start to feel an empty sadness and dread in the center of my chest,
Seeing the garden and smelling the familiar smells of their house everyday
Fills the empty abyss
Iwant to feel the warm arms of my grandparents,
Circling around me in an embracing hug
Flashbacks of them start racing through my mind,
Memories that I hadn't yet before recalled
Memories of my grandparents sitting there,
Gesturing for me to sit on their lap,
And hugged me to them as they
Listened to all of my adventures and troubles
I felt the warmth of their love, sinking into my soul
I hadn't said good-bye to them
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