Fear

It creeps over you slowly,
Steadily, ready to strike,
Swift like a shooting star,
Its teeth sharp and ready.
It licks its lips.

Creeping into the heart,
It swallows the mind.
Pricking the skin,
It pops in the lungs,
And worse…
It multiplies.

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Evan Shegog, age 9
Houston, Texas
Submitted independently