Presence of Fear

By: Max Sprinkle

Fear is the musty smell of a foggy day.
It is the dry taste in the back of your throat.
It’s the prick of a bee stinging your stomach.
Fear is the howl of a wolf on the night of the Full Moon.
It is the sight of the holocaust, knowing you were next in line.

Fear will consume,
If you can’t control it.
But, if you can control fear,
You have the power to destroy it.

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