Hemaphobia
Blood trickling down his skin,
And I was frozen solid.
I could not come to his aide.
Hemaphobia can be a big pain.
There stood my brother,
Aged three-and-a-half.
He wanted his big sister
To get him a band aid
And a kiss on the wound.
But, I stood frozen in fear.
Copyright © Kaitlyn Krenik | Year Posted 2016
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