Forward

Ahead, precipice’s ledge.

Swirling grey fog

Obscures environs below

Hidden scratching thorns

Cavernous flooded crevices

Poisonous darting predators

Perhaps weed-encroached

A bedraggled budding flower.

Behind, baying hounds of hell

Furiously blood-ravenous

Rabidly pursue

Zeroed in on

Terror’s putrid stench

Razor sharp teeth

Gnash, slash, viscerate

Soft underbelly of vulnerability

Gentle unprotected heart.

Trembling, breathless

She steps off.

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