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It grows still, first,
then heavy.
Silence like lead,
and a fire under the skin,
burning as it spreads...
How could you have been so stupid?
Did you not plan for the worst?
Then it breaks -
a short gasp,
that turns at last to a laugh -
"oh my God are you ok?"
and the hands that help you up are kind,
no disgust in their eyes -
that was your own mind.
About the Creator
S. A. Crawford
Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
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