Escalators
First Impression, I tripped An unexpected pull from my feet It stuck to me in the back of my mind I saw it again and fear is what I meet I shake uncontrollably As the memories returned But all they do is mockery As I cower endlessly with no end It's a cycle, like an escalator Escalating fear as I stand here Going up on the escalator With an irrational fear
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