Achluophobia

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fear of the dark

Stay out of the dark,
That's where danger lies.

Is that an arm I see,
Of the the forsaken?
Are the slits I see,
Of the shrivelled and gone?

I risk another step,
And all I hear,
Is the cracking of knuckles
From the uglies that dwell.

My heart takes a plunge,
In the abyss.
"Is this where it ends?"
I question myself.

For it is not the darkness that I fear,
But what it stomachs,
Being purged back at me.

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