The Terror

When the risen blade's
Above your neck
You panic
Or you laugh.

The midnight breeze
Is cool but empty.
Study shady sidewalks,
Shadows, corners,
Alleyways between the restaurants.
You know
There's nothing.

She is not
Awaiting.

If you let these
Questions stripped of answers
Haunt your days,
You've given them away.

- 5/21/26

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