arachnophobia, xenophobia

Mine is the social worker

She stares me down

A hawk hunting for her prey in the field

Panting as heavily as a man running for his life

Someone had "been concerned for me"

Suicide, I won't do it

She planted the idea in my head.

"Do you consider suicide?"

NO! Too quickly and my secret is out.

She knows

Her eyes stare me down, and mine water-up

The fear of a social worker increased tenfold

Never will I ever return