Fear

 

He stared in my face, like stabbing needles.

His face distorted and rearranged. Dents accounted for the eyes that were

once there. Slits, accounted for his nose. His hair

tangled and covered his face. His body, slashed with scars

that bled black and dried. He was like a tree, different limbs

sticking out from the middle that moved like he wasn't controlling them.

Each, covered with a shade of gray and his fingernails jagged

and dirty with sin. His stomach sucked in to his body, paper thin

and he would eat anything just so he could survive. His legs bent in every direction.

and he walked with a limp approaching me little by little.

 

I stood there like a deer in headlights wanting to move, but

my legs were like lead. I scream but my voice, nothing. He takes one step

and he walked with a limp. I flinch and he takes another step. He soon reaches

me my back against a wall he reaches with all his arms and says, "Get in my stomach"

 

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