Shannon Bolithoe : A Writing Life

Too Scared

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The fear, the cold, stomach-clenching fear The fear, the dark, spine-crawling fear His steps, his voice, his reeking smell Sickly sweet, rancid, cloying and stale Invades my nose, my bed, my life, Too scared to leave, too scared to go ******************************** The fear, the frigid, icey-col

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Author: SBolithoe

Librarian, author, blogger, presenter, history buff and animal lover.

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