Fear Fever
In the quiet dark I see
every end
Clumps of hair stuck
to the walls
blood from under each door
there is someone in the closet, lurking
I feel it
delicacy is lost in my heart
I was made from violence
raised of violence
will end in violence
I have long cradled the bullet in the teeth
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