GRACE WORDS
by Carissa Ashley Ciciarelli
6-1-12
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Running up steps…
cold
heat
at
your
back.
Feeling,
that someone
is
behind
you.
You hurriedly, flick---
---flick
on the lights
to bring vision
to absent—
what can bump
in the night.
D
o
w
n
l o n g hallways.
Eyes ALERT,
pulse quickens
sweat beads.
Entering creepy basements, shaded woods
Haunted houses and graveyards,
waking at witching hour.
We have all rushed to swaY
a time
or two
the shower curtain
open. Open
to see—
afraid
someone
maybe looming
with evil
in mind.
Why do we fear?
in our daily lives.