Anxiety...

like a swarm of mosquitos,
in groups of ten somethings
in ugly tempo travellers stuck
in un-retreat-able traffic jams
on rainy evenings,

perches gently onto the valleys/crescents of your body
and tests blood as the nearby doctor would with his syringe,
sucking in thin lines
the liquids sustaining your insides;

and as you frantically try saving yourself,
it spirals its way collectively around to
some other side of you,
oblivious to you,

enters your skull
and sits around it like Damien Hirst's diamonds
before powdering the crust,
making heaps of pure dust
that struggle for space, settle and accumulate
slowly overgrowing the environs of a tiny cerebrum!