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Each of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.

Fright (part 1)

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by kirkpr19

by kirkpr19

                                        
                                                  

                              Shaken and queasy,
                              hands clasped around her flash light,

                              shifting uneasy.
                              Insides churning with a fright,
                              shrieks won't come air ways closed tight.
                              Unable to try and fight,
                              breaths let out wheezy,
                              depleted of any might.