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Written for:  Poetic Asides November 2016 Chapbook Challenge – Day 6.  Write a phobia poem.

My heart stops, my throat squeezes tight,
arms flail like I am in a fight.
A sudden blackout? sweat-drenched fright.
Don’t shut that light, don’t shut that light.

No time to adjust my wild eyes,
they lurk, those creatures who surprise
you, grab you–there’s no compromise.
Best not defy, best not defy.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are in the process of returning to New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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One Response to Disambiguation

  1. Candy says:

    This certainly feels like a fearful moment.

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