The Fear of What isn’t Seen

Their throats were so dry from loud breathing that there was an allergy to oxygen.
Their sweat could fill the entire atlantic ocean,
But this happens at a time of no control
When the eyes are closed, the mind is open, and the defenses are down.
That’s when the demons creep into your calm interior.
SNAP! They jerk to trigger your hairs and goosebumps.
They prosper through the darkness like a child on a playground.
When your heart is a metronome and increases rhythm every second
That’s where they gain power and know your kryptonite.
Because the dark isn’t what scares us all at night.
It’s what is contained in the dark that is the most fearful.

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