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Dread
It's bitter and repulsive, dark and overbearing;
Closing in on me, like a cloud of thick, black smoke.
I can feel the bile worming its way through my throat;
And the sharp prickles tearing me from inside out.
I'm gulping for air, fighting my way through it's firm grip;
Albeit my eyes sting insanely.
It's a thorn in the flesh;
It's dread.
© EM
Closing in on me, like a cloud of thick, black smoke.
I can feel the bile worming its way through my throat;
And the sharp prickles tearing me from inside out.
I'm gulping for air, fighting my way through it's firm grip;
Albeit my eyes sting insanely.
It's a thorn in the flesh;
It's dread.
© EM
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