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Fear is a mongrel child -
its slave coils
snake tight in your belly,
poised to strike hot,
and too dense and bright
to leave a scar
beyond the brush of shadows.

It aches;
and cuts in clean ribbons
and stops the easy innocence
that lurks like a child
in the corner of your eye.

It burns;
and sits on your tongue
in acrid syllables
that scorch the dreams
off  soft white bones
and strips your soul clean
of artificial life.

It finds its prey
in hollow sounds -
the skipped beat of frail hearts
and the faint protests
of random doubts
that haunt your world
in cold inches...
....
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AlisonBlue Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2011  Student Writer
searing/visceral work
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Scarlettletters Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2011  Professional Writer
Thanks very much - I truly appreciate it.
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liluthofthevalley Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2009
I have already lived through most of my worst fears. Most, that is.
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Scarlettletters Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2009  Professional Writer
I still have a few rearing their ugly heads...
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HourglassOfLostTime Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2009
You've portrayed fear ideally if it were a tangible being. Though it does seem to be very much so at times. I believe many will attest to that, aye. Very well done.
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Scarlettletters Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2009  Professional Writer
Thanks so much. Fear is very destructive...at times it really seems like a live thing.
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AlecBell Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2009
A well crafted poem, skilfully organised. Your demon is arfully created. I particularly liked:

It burns;
and sits on your tongue
in acrid syllables
that scorch the dreams
off soft white bones
and strips your soul clean
of artificial life.

That sort of defensive rage is well captured.

(in line six, shouldn't the verb agreement require "strip"?)
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Scarlettletters Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2009  Professional Writer
Thanks. I am best friends with my demons...

Hmmm...not sure. I think the subject here is "it"...
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AlecBell Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2009
Sorry, I've polished my glasses since that comment. I can probably see things a little clearer now.
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AndromedaII Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2009
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