It Lurks, Waiting
sitting, waiting, moving, running,
it remains, a dangling shadow over you.
biding its time, it rears its face, a reminder
of looming fate.
you forget, don't you? for the best you suppose,
to be able to make it through the days and nights.
in silence it grabs you while you sleep
dragging you through the darkness,
your chest caving in, eyes alight.
s u b m i s s i o n.
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