by Alexis Marie

Words hiss;
the hyper-active rattle of unease,
the surge and sharp knick
that strips away all strength,
and steals away all hope.

The fetal position, resulted
– cold and helpless; numb.
This is what fear feels like?
This is what fear feels like.

~And when you looked at me –
eyes beady, dark, and frightening
– from your parted lips came
mistrust and unforgiveness.

The tiny droplets of spit
escaping the tirade,
as pointed incisors of contempt
and venomous redrum,
made me realize
I was going
to die here. ~

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