his hand

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you reach out
your hand,
it cupped as if holding
a coffee mug

i freeze
a deer stuck in
front of lemon yellow
headlights,

watching them inch
closer and closer
as my life flashes
in front of my doe eyes

just at the thought
and fear of you
wrapping your hand
around my neck

the same way
as i've watched
you do to others
close to me

the panic slowly
melts away,
as you only pull
me into a hug

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