fear. | poem

its thirst for fear grows stronger and stronger

it becomes more sadistic with every bite

every town it visits it tries to conquer

by killing the children day and night.

a clown consumed by its own insanity

the kids are far from safe

each child who comes in contact screams in agony

to it they don’t have a face.

it craves and it feeds with no remorse

you never know when you’ll be next

the paranoia only gets worse and worse

you pray this time you won’t be the one it affects.

it comes to destroy hundreds

every 27 years

almost every child is bound to be hunted

by the thing that feeds on fear.

inspired by “it”

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writer. 21. she/her.

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