It was plain old fear.
It had followed me for years,
and yet I had never seen it
as it really is,
but yesterday it yelled in pain
as it prepared to die.
It didn’t actually die,
but simply disappeared
like subsiding haze,
or a wordless summer evening.
It was dressed in scraps,
its bones twisted,
its face like dusk
as it disappears
among the limitless stars.
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