open the door
step inside the contours of your fear
caress the warp in your perception
that braids devastation to your cranium
tight like rows of Negro corn
as each footfall draws you deeper
wrap yourself in the blackness
like a discomforted comforter
too warm that leaves you sweaty restless
confused discombobulated equilibrium
dissolve matter into the ether
argue spiritedly with the lives
you'd meant to live before ..
This
the door groans shut behind you
cuts off all possibility of escape
bidden by the highest bidder
who enslaves you to new terror
bitter as the sea salt that transported
anxiety-addled chattel from foreign sands (to read more... https://www.africanthology.ca). .
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