FRIGHT

I am still.

The quiver, all that is left
From lips bitten in terror

I am still.

The tremble in my arm
Leftover from clenched fists

I am still.

The shaking in my legs,
From trying to escape

I am still.

The coursing in my veins
Lifts the numbness left behind

I am still

here…

By cindy
5/13/2021