My eyes dilate to accommodate the danger
As high pitches screech the chalkboard of mammalian warning
Something's rotten about—undulating waves of smell
Whose metallic taste shuts down my gut, signaling how my blood curdles
When a lover's hand, so warm before, pilomotors in prickly, icy touch
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Gerard DiLeo
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Excellent work - and much like Dharr, I always learn a new word from your pieces.
Fantastic!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
Oooo, I learnt a new word from you today, pilomotor! Loved your poem!
Again you have written five lines, each dedicated to a sense, but this time in service to the adrenaline fueled fear response. I love that the poem makes clear that the threat is not mortal but emotional and yet terror results nonetheless.
Oh, I like this one. Excellent work.