Cesarean

A dark whispering fear clogs my mind like an old Victorian chimney, unswept for decades. An over anxious lump sticks to my throat like the mucus of a thousands deadly plagues. Insomniac mist settles on my eyelids only to be disturbed by the halluigenic patterns of the wallpaper dancing in 3D before my eyes. The pit of my stomach like an endless well. Hot irons impending their flames with every twist of my sleepless night. My instinctual nature alive, alert and awakened - my civilised mind screams for sleep. The shadows pull my eyes into a satanic blank stare. My reflection is only recognisable by habit. The clock - tick tocks. Dawn breaks. Only to begin again.