For Aurelian Ashmore Summon Your Demon challenge.

Worrywart

In those moments when the “What if” intrudes, I am summoned as surely as if you had called me by my name. I am Worrywart, your personal anxiety demon.

I pluck your heartstrings like a harp, making you shiver even on the warmest days. I tickle the inside of your spine with icy fingers. I gnaw on your concerns like a lion on the bones of a wildebeest.

The cold sweat that comes when you are afraid of what people will think, or that you will fail, is my drink. Your misery is a rare steak on my plate. My forked tongue savours the coppery tang.

When you are faced with a test, pray not to the God who can save you. Tarry a while with me, that we can make sweet music together, and feast on the delights of your anxiety.

Your troubles are my sermons, your outbursts my hymns. Come now, weary, bleary-eyed pilgrim, with your angst-pouched eyes, your hypertension, and your existential terror, for in my clutches you will find the completion of your path.