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Fear


FEAR IS BITTER, IT IS RAW. Fear causes your taste buds to be afraid of ever tasting another word ever again. Fear sounds like white noise and your mother screaming at you for breaking her favorite flower vase. FEAR IS HEAVY ON YOUR MIND, YOUR HEART, AND YOUR SOUL. The words inside your head are sharp enough to cut through the doors you locked. You feared that a single word from you could wreak havoc in your little world…and they did. Your throat swelled from all the words you managed to swallow until they had nowhere to go but out. The monsters you locked away are now free and you cannot hide anymore. It was always you. You were the only one who could save yourself, except you never did. You got rid of the negative thoughts but kept the negativity. Set yourself free, become the creek kids play in.
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