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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