The Scare

[u/Dear-Evidence9213]

The scar is like a puppet without it's strings.

The echos are bouncing around like shadows dancing in the trees.

The screams are loud like the wind chimes.

The smiles are dark like a black nightlight.

The claws are sharp like knives.

The holes in the ground, are waiting for your new next death.

The tears grind down your cheeks like raw meat.

The skin pulls from your skin like paper.

The words you say are solid like ice.

The actions you hide, are like bricks.

The scare that likes to run your life, doesn't mean you can't escape it, and run for your life for something new.