By S.C. 2014

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FEAR

 

There is no relief, no refuge,

no shelter from this storm.

Constant

relentless

poisonous

Like waves of fire, it rises

taking all that is true

scorching

tearing

clawing

from the deepest depths

of all that

I am.

 

 

 

 

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