It's right behind me, isn't it?
I can feel the breath
slick upon my neck
and the fear sinks to the pit
of my stomach.
A heavy weight
pulling down on me.
I know it's there, I can hear it
licking it's lips, but I dare not turn.
How can I face it? That fear would chase
any hope I have away.
It would leave me a quivering wreck,
at the bottom of an ocean
of unfathomable depths.
The sinking feeling
is making me sick,
the pain in my guts
pushing upwards.
It's closer still. I feel ill,
the rancid stench of rotten flesh
like the bitterest pill
it makes you gag, I feel
like a paper bag caught in a tornado.
My head is spinning.
The air dizzyingly thin. Worryingly so,
and my stomach contents
are quickly rising,
but the fear
is pressing them
back down again.
I'm all nervous shakes,
a sea of cascading waves,
and I know it's not backing away.
I can feel it's glare
on the back of my head,
burning away
any sanity I had left.
I just stare straight ahead.
If I was in bed
I'd pull the duvet tight
and hide instead, but I'm not.
I’m here, shaking with dread.
I feel the hand on my neck
and my world fades to red.
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Kyle
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