Face,  sallow and pale

 Cringing body, expecting invasion

Feet shifting weight, in turns

Clothes hanging loose

Over a shaky frame

Erect body,  slackening

Lips quivering, watery eyes

Blinking rapidly, giving company

To the runny nose n

Wet forehead atop

Pasty cheeks

Eyes rolling and darting

Back n forth, time n again

signalling the onset

Of rampant fear

Bereft of speech

Mutely seeking

Escape from the

Clear threat of ready


Present danger.

Fear is that little darkroom where negatives are developed.
Michael Pritchard




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