Do You Not Feel the Fear Here
Carrie thought the forest had an ominous feel.
The shadows frightened her; she expected to be accosted.
Her cousin Sheila was humming a tune, skipping, chatting.
Don’t you feel the fear here? Carrrie asked.
Sheila stopped to listen, tried to sense something.
A being, a spirit, a fragrance, a noise.
She heard nothing, smelled nothing.
All I feel is joy, she told Carrie.
This is my happy place.
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