A Taste Of Fright

On a serene; cloudy August afternoon,

I received a taste

of something nasty- fright

It was the kind of smack

that wouldn’t leave

your lips and tongue

for three days and nights.

One sick-to-your-stomach incident

of screaming, cussing, harassing, and ominous, verbal threats

became a series of gruesome nightmares

that’d make you soak in not just agonizing fear,

but vexation and disgust.

I thought I lost myself-

my pneuma powers went off,

I became mentally and emotionally paralyzed,

and I couldn’t see a flicker of light.

A day of deliciousness,

brightness,

and pleasure

became a day of terror,

aversion,

and dimness.

It left a giant scab

that hurts like a heart ache-

it’s impossible for it

to fade away fast,

but it will become invisible

sooner than later.

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