Stopped dead in her tracks.
Underfoot the staircase moves.
Onward.
Ever upwards.
A cycle in continuity.
The steps step on their own.
In a continual rhyme.
Climbing.
Never stopping til it's day is done.
Go to step.
Falter.
Unable.
Stuck in an entirety of inability.
Stairs beckon.
They beat me again.

Atop.
A need to descend.
Big approach.
Determined.
Only in my dreams.
Go to etch my foot on the stair.
Say etch.
I need to scrawl.
The way the ****** escalator takes control.
More scared than feeling fear itself.
Never will I be able to step over the bridge.
Try as I might.
Phobia so much greater than me!





By ladylivvi1

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