NaPoWriMo 9 – Fear

Fear seeps in
Through hairline cracks,
Carving its own channel,
Changing its form.

I have cradled it in my arms,
Cupped it in my hands.

And now –
I have shut the windows,
Locked all the doors,
And I still hear it –

The sideways scuttle
And the snap of claws.

Whisper it.
I am afraid.

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