Halloween In Spring
Sometimes I think
I enjoy fear
remembering what I felt
when I was fearless.
I awake bravely
in the morning knowing
risks and hearing continuous
portents, sad words
follow me everywhere.
Is silence the scariest thing,
or is the gabble of human
voices scarier still?
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