My phobia

What would you think
if you saw something as
small as the tiniest crumb
attacking you with a vengeance?
How would you feel?
Excited, curious, uncaring,
anxious, frightened? If you
found evidence of it in your food,
your clothes, even as you
bathe yourself. Paranoia sets
in. Is this thing after you
or is it mere coincidence? Is
it struggling survive or
threatening your being, your very
soul as it worms its way
into your thoughts and you
find yourself constantly thinking
about it, unable to sleep for
fear. And even if you manage
to catch the bliss of
sleep, it haunts your dreams
turning them into terrifying
pursuits down dark enclosed
hallways where your mind
begins to unhinge itself
and you wake up screaming,
your body awash with a
cold slimy sweat.
You feel something
move on your leg.
You look down and
it is there fangs bared,
legs poised to spring and
paralyze your body
with its poison at the
slightest movement.
Your body starts to tremble.
Unbalanced, the spider walks
to its left, its malevolent eyes
always staring into your.The
darkness in those frightens you
more than the spiders mere presence,
for their is an intelligence there,
fierce and unyielding.
The spider jumps. Yet
you don't see it, for
your mind shatters from
terror. You don't feel the
sharp fangs as they rip into your
eye. You can only feel and
see the darkness that is a
sure herald for madness.
Ugh. Spiders. I can't stand them. They make me feel fear, like I have never felt before.
A sort of out of body terror.