Screams (Fear In The Dark part I)

bone shattering, heart wrenching voices piercing the air that bites the skin leaving it sour and spotted

Im waiting for Hatred

breathing heavily ghost breaths that hurt my lungs as they pass..

tension thick in the air, cuttable, along with the stench of fear caked on the stone walls and floor waiting to be added to by my fear

the floor wanting me to give but i fight.

i stand straight as hatred comes eyes alight contemplating on how he will add me to his bone shatterers

I stare at hatred without a shutter

as he comes closer and the black comes again.

-Savana Benker


In this poem, do you know what fear is?