Today I’m using the Writer’s Digest prompt for Day 23: write a fear poem.
Recurring Nightmare by ARHuelsenbeck I look for my purse and I realize I left it in a store. I retrace my steps and of course it’s not there. My heart pounds. I think of the money and credit cards and identification and keys in my purse and how hard it will be to safeguard or replace them. Crap. I look for someone to help me. Did anyone turn in a lost purse? The store employee is no help at all. I want to go to the bank to cancel my credit cards but I can’t drive there because my keys are in my purse. I want to call someone to come get me but I can’t because my phone is in my purse. What’s the matter with me? Why did I put my purse down? Idiot! I start walking, but why? I’m miles away from home. Too far to walk. What do I do now? Terror rises in my throat. I just know someone somewhere is happily maxing out my credit cards. I walk in circles as my panic escalates. I talk to myself and sob. This is a disaster.