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Childhood, Control, Cracks, creative, Fear, Inertia, poems, poetry, Superstition, time, verse, writing
Don’t tread on the cracks,
She said,
As if,
By doing so,
Some other world would suck me in,
Devour my soul,
And leave me
A husk
An empty shell.
Don’t tread on the cracks,
She said,
And fear
Was planted
Grew like a choking vine within,
Across the doors,
Shut out the light
And darkness
Fell like night.
Don’t tread on the cracks,
She said,
A threat
Behind a smile,
And stolen fantasies took hold
To show me all
That would not be
Now that those cracks
Are gone.