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Fear is locking your doors.
I chose to walk
Through the power outage
And into the woods.
I felt the teeth of myths
Sinking into my throat.
Stalkers snored from the bushes
As I crept on by.
And though there was nothing at all
Breathing down my collar
I still shivered
And looked behind me.
A mouth opened up before me
And I fell into its gape,
But it was fatigue which took me away
To shelter and to bed
Where I would finally awake.