Hiding, A Poem About Fear, Instinct, and Unease

“Hiding”
Original poem by: Axton N.O. Mitchell

I am hiding in the halls,
creeping from wall to wall 
I do not know what it is I fear…
Yet. 

I somehow, can tell I am moments 
from being attacked. 
The hairs are creeping up upon 
my neck and back.
This surely cannot be 
because of you.  

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