Bête Noire

December 16, 2009
By Anonymous

Fear’s long cold fingers inch their way along her skin
each touch leaving goose bumps in its wake.
SHE cringes away.
Fear’s vein-ridden arms encircle her small body
trying to pull her in close, as
he begins to whisper in her ear.
SHE cringes away.
Fear’s grating voice rubs her nerves raw as
he whispers of failed dreams and lost hope.
SHE cringes away
Fear’s lips draw close to hers;
They touch
HE cringes away.

The author's comments:
Inspired by that all-consuming feeling

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