The gargoyles outside were not her enemy . . . .


From within tightly fitted walls of anxiety

Through a shallow window pane she peered

Daunting the view of an apocalyptic world

Every journey outside a trip through hell

Frightened masked men around every turn

Daily living a minefield of danger . . . .


Fear from within her fragile psyche

Imparted slow death to her spirit.



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