What do you do?

What do you do when dread slithers
Like a snake from its dark sanctuary
And discovers a new home in the pit of your stomach?

Do you squirm against the despair devouring your innards?

What do you do when disgust drips
Like honey from a broken beehive
And trickles down your throat?

Do you recoil from the revulsion threatening to choke you?

What do you do when ire smolders
Like the fires of all seven hells
And thaws your icy facade?

Do you balk at the creature you keep hidden within?

What do you do when anguish swells
Like the waters of a rushing river
And drowns all that you once were?

Do you writhe in the agony of your own existence?

Do you want to find out?