“Don’t be a scaredy cat” isn’t good advice. There are
times when the imagination doesn’t master one’s fear.
fear like a dog stuffed in my mouth
fear like dung stuffed up my nose
fear where water turns into steel
fear as my breast flies into the disposal
fear as flies tremble in my ear
fear as the sun ignites in my lap
from a poem by Anne Sexton, The Death King
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