Wednesday, April 26, 2006

One Hundred Words About Fear

At first fear hangs in the air, I breathe it in. It is an ache in my stomach. It is heavy, screwed down and locked tight. I don’t want to let it out. I know what it’s like and I’ve felt it before. It is a wild blind thing that has no thought; it speaks in screams. Speed and action are its limbs. It destroys everything in its path. It feeds on ignorance. Time contracts.

I feel it stir inside me. Tonight I will sleep in it and when I wake tomorrow it will still be there, clawing at me.

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