Tuesday, 14 January 2014


Do you know what fear is ?
I do.
It is when you close your eyes
As the blow comes down on you.
It is when you stumble down in pain

When the next one comes.


Your head spins about.
You know he's not done yet.

I look at his eyes.
I see my face, in fear.
I see his face,
I see no fear.

The wronged, the innocent.
Objectification of fear.
Held inside social coils,
Devoid of escape.

Some days I close my eyes, 
Open them back again in fear,
See him standing above me,

Somedays I lock my doors, 
crawl into the quilt.
The rattle of the door knobs.

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