It rises slowly, catching in my throat
The bile, thick, putrid, unable to swallow
A stench, repulsive, permeates my senses
Helpless, shaken, frozen in place

My eyes closed, or are they
I can’t see. Don’t want to see, afraid
Something evil has invaded my space
And I do not want to give it shape or form
I already know its name.

In my imagination I sink, cower
Drawing refuge from the shadows
Mind racing, shutting out rational thought
Seeking instead avenues of mental escape
It is too late. I am devoured
By fear.


About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs of questionable origin. I created this blog as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations since my wife is tired of hearing them and, after 50 some odd years, probably with good reason. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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