Fear has cold hands.
Strong fingers.
They grip your heart
digging his sharp hard fingernails
feeling for your pulse...
he asks
"Do you even have a heart?"
Makes you aware of your spine with a hot chill
hes laughing.
"Do you even have a spine?"
He borrows and burrows Insanity's small efficient fists to twist inside your brain...
"Where did that go?"
Singing a language you can't understand fear dares you...
Try to overcome me!
Try to run. There's the door!
Fear holds you close
caresses your soul
whispers...
"you're mine..."
Fear laughs.
©flailing
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