I am not brave
I have too many fears to fit written on my body
Even it the font was small and the words placed tight together.
They would crowd me. grow
And expand.
I picture them as a sea of black ink inching together like a web
Encroaching every part of my body, seeping into my mouth and eye sockets
Burning my hair off my head until all I am
Is a burnt black skeleton with nothing but
Dreams scattered to the wind.
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