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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.