How can I explain
it to anyone
the way it feels.

The fear
so hot and burning.
So bruising
like his hands
so sour.

What put me on that
bed?
Where could I have
been that wasnt
where I was.

The fear
was like fire.
It consumed
me and left
me ice.

07/19/2002

Posted on 07/19/2002
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