the fear sits
in the back
of my throat
lingering
holding on
to remind
me that
it moves
to the pit
of my stomach
sits tight
and unbidden
coiled
waiting
to spring
the fear sits
in the back
of my throat
lingering
holding on
to remind
me that
it moves
to the pit
of my stomach
sits tight
and unbidden
coiled
waiting
to spring
