Gripped by Anxiety

Anxiety gripped her,
Its fingers long
And cold
And bony.
She tried to resist its grip.
But it grew tighter
And tighter
With each futile shake.
She tried reasoning.
Her act unconvincing,
The fingers gripped tighter.
She tried prising it away,
One frigid finger at a time.
As soon as one finger was released,
The next would grip tighter.
She could not win,
She realised,
And so,
Heart pumping,
Head pounding,
She succumbed
To anxiety’s familiar hold.

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