Fear Creeps In

Sick gnawing feeling

Gut churning

Reflections in glass

But not my own

 

Lost souls dwell

Stair creak

From no weight

 

Scarily quiet

No words echo

Sparkle of lights

When it’s dark

 

Feeling cold

When warm

Dry mouth

 

Fear creeps in

-Kel Dayheart

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