Learning The Fear Games Poem by Sebastian Soberania

Learning The Fear Games



it is midnight and i hear
again the howls
of the distant coyotes
somehow
i like the sound of fear
and the color
of darkness
cypress trees and
cold winds
this is the abandoned
cottage and i
find myself here
curled in extreme
coldness
it is not the frost that bites me
it is not

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