my mind whirls
my hand shakes
fear envelopes my soul
panic flashes across my face
giving me away

now others are panicked
running in a frenzy
trying to get away

Away from what?
what is scary?
I see no monster
I see no stranger
no guns
no bombs

What is it?
Then I start running
Running, Running

People ahead of me run
faster, run harder
trying to get away

Then I catch a glimpse
in a window of the monster
It stares back at me
with hungry eyes

I raise my hand to touch the glass
the monster on the other side does the same
I look at my hand
Then at the monster’s hand
Then I touch my face
I’ve met the monster

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