Dread comes on little cats paws - playfully at first
its whiskers tickle as it whispers around ankles
teasingly causing tripping steps, and lots of "ings" - at first you giggle nervously
anxious to get on with the day, curious of the purring strangling stranger hunched on the stoop
from the corner of a hurried glance you first see it, him, her.. a dark shape morphing into a shard
that glints once, maybe twice before it comes too quickly for you to duck or run
and you are pierced through, impaled to you know not what, hanging over the cliff into a void
of suffocatingly enormous proportions and you want to cry but you know it won't help
Dread squeezes so hard tears like pins explode from inside of you and a million points of painful light exude outward with a force
so complete you ... become a black holed soul inside a confused echo

*nice
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tx :) i'm trying to work it out.
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lol.. now it doesn't make a lot of sense, but psycho-emotive stuff is a challenge to describe and sometimes frightening to confront.
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if you have anything to add to the work please continue with it :)
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ending line 6 - allows this reader to pause and feel the description subjectively,
what follows seems remarkably specific - rather quite hopeless, which definitely changes the mood
i shall ponder further...
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great. you can do your own version using whatever of mine - if that's useful to you?
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it will take some time - the phrase "black holed soul inside a confused echo" is well turned, might even be a starting place
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cool :D no rush required.. glad you like that phrase, i wondered about it, but it popped out.