WAITING.

Been expecting it.

Had it before.

It was scarry.

It had happened recently.

It had happened to others.

It had happened in different places.

It would not be so bad, if you could see it.

There is no avoiding it.

It is not nice.

I try to tell myself; it is nothing.

It is the waiting.

The waiting.

Wait.

There, it has happened!

Ouch!

Trying not to let anyone know.

It happened to my work colleguge.

I just wished she hadn’t told me.

Now I am waiting for it to happen to me.

I had not experienced it there before, but in a different place.

Because she said, it, it happened!

What is it that brings us such fear?

The electric shocks, from the cupboard at work, in the office!

I get it from the heavy iron gates at work, thankfully not very often.