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My irrational fear

November 17, 2014
By BooksAreMyStory BRONZE, Chuluota, Florida
BooksAreMyStory BRONZE, Chuluota, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
You will miss all of the shots you don't take.


The arch of moonlight streams
across the cloaked path.
Ivy growing, twisting, twirling
a wisp of fear.
Traitorous gasps of icy breath,
puffs into the chilled air.
A cloak slides on the uneven stones
as I watch hidden, from  the dusty window.
Irrational fear, they all dare say,
a hand trails over the arched stone,
fingers lingering.
They turn to my hidden alcove,
it turns, she turns,
smiling up, smiling to me, but who?
The hood falls back leaving  only...
My irrational fear behind.


The author's comments:

This piece is about a child's fear, that is often considered irrational, death.


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