What do you fear?

Deep down in the part of you that you never show

That  slithers, seeking through your dreams
Leaving you moaning softly  in your sleep trapped shroud

Grasping your heart with sharp ended talons

Running bony fingers up and down your spine
in those moments of unconscious reality

What do you fear?

That you bury deep and deny without knowing

That whispers unheard in your conscious thought
Thrilling your scraped bare nerves in the small quiet hours

Returning to scatter your comfort to the jaws of bone cold dread
Taking pieces of your certainty back to its lair to gnaw upon


Look in the mirror...




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