The Shudder

This poem was spontaneous even for me. I walked past someone who gave me the creeps. A full-body sense of visceral terror. PTSD and high sensitivity are fun. As soon as I got to my pen, I wrote this verse:


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The Shudder

I shudder walking past this strange man

It feels like walking on my own grave.

 

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