fly in the web
I back away
from him
Category: fear
moon
the moon fades
into my nightmare…
damp pillow
news
news of her death
the fear
of hearing it
heat
heat lightning
now I know
you won’t
hard
hard frost
the chill of his grip
on my wrist
witching
witching hour
the crackle
of candy wrappers
autumn
autumn chill
wondering how much
to tell you
waiting
waiting room
a fly
in the cobweb
morning
morning star
how the fear
fades
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asking
asking you to leave
one bruised apple
left in the bowl
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