by Vickie Caldwell | Oct 19, 2006 | Poetry
I’m frightened. No…petrified. I’m trapped in a room. Noise. Chanting. They’re coming soon. Sweating. Shaking. What chance do I have? I’m petrified. They’re here. I need to be brave. My heart beats like a rabbits foot, My chest aches under the strain. My fingers –...