Molten Fear

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Moisture fills the void.
This liquid seems more molten
Than flowing, though.
It does not cool the fear,
But fuels it;
Basking and bleeding,
Its results are burns
Of some degree previously
Unfelt and unseen by
Human flesh.
Searing, its reminders
Never go away.

~ each poem spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
~ copyright © 2013 by muz4now, inc.

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