Dread
It grips me, with it’s icy coldness
Pounding in my heart
Surging inside of me,
It swallows me whole,
I cannot scream,
Only lie in submission,
I am completely,
And utterly,
Helpless
As it
Sweeps me,
a tiny piece of dust
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