Poem: Gut

The fear,

we saw and heard it,

something no one wanted to embrace.

Even if we could forget, no one did.

It remained,

our memories not destroyed in the fire,

our voices heard by no one.

Under the moon,

it lasted a while, maybe forever,

probably never leaving.

This fear,

it cut into us,

stayed in our guts, never moving.

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