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Fear the Freak, a poem
Ahead of me I saw
the freak
cross the street,
running.
I heard the wicked
laughter
beside me,
suddenly all of my feelings,
all of my emotions, fearing,
where running with
the unsavory beast.
The freak had bolted
behind me like a shadow,
electrically, I felt it.
I gave chase.
I couldn't stop running,
after the shadow,
after my breath
the freak had taken.
Published 22nd Oct 2021
Author's Note
When you've lost something
so great that you cannot get over.
You are not alone.
And I am glad there exists a you to continue with me this journey.
so great that you cannot get over.
You are not alone.
And I am glad there exists a you to continue with me this journey.
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22nd Oct 2021 8:53pm
I guess as somebody that’s so often held hostage by their anxiety, there was a part of me that really appreciated this poem on an emotional level.
That metaphor of fear being this thing lurking in the corner of your vision was really, really evocative.
Thank you for sharing.
-M
That metaphor of fear being this thing lurking in the corner of your vision was really, really evocative.
Thank you for sharing.
-M
