Thanks to @soothrain for giving me the prompt for this poem!
One wrong move, and you could fall in the blink of an eye.
Who could ever make a nightmare that sweet of taste?
pretty much what it says on the tin- written a couple years ago i thought i'd edit and post it x
Fears are individual and complex, springing from within, memories repressed and remembered on dark and terrifying nights.
mentions of heights, spiders, needles, and hospitals.
A little more of the story for you.
The world is filled with wonder and fear