Situated inside, hiding from behind a corner,
trying to be inconspicuous, attempting not to
worry.
Tremors filling a body, shaking apart insides
like jello in an earthquake.
Quaking steadily, progressing, causing
nervousness to rise ever higher inside.
Straying mind, will not, just refuses, to stay
far away, because feelings of being afraid
continually jar memories into time portraying
vivid reality, standing right before us.
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