fear is one whom you take for granted
the one you ignore until they come for you.
you only use them when you're caught in crossfire
and they can affect those who you thought were untouched.
i saw it now,
in the one that i admire most.
an untouched soul shattered by the things we all fear
it was almost an earthquake
to know that she too, could feel the fear we all hide too well.
her face was red and puffy
eyelashes soaked from unspeakable wounds
a plain porcelain face cracking before us
i do not know how to handle this.
if she can feel fear..
if she has been overpowered
and can be controlled
forced to play the puppet master's dance
then no one is safe from the void.
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Fin.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask π±
Taking a break from Vocal; focusing on my anthology π«Άπ
AI is not art.
Comments (3)
eyelashes soaked from unspeakable wounds I especially loved that line a lot! Such a poignant poem!
I'm scared... ;)
Really good