This is an entry for @novaatebatman/day-20-pocalypse-poetry-challenge-for-steem-pocalypse-day-10-round-2-55-sbd-in-prizes-to-be-won
It’s the waiting that kills you
Your skin, now healed, tingles
From an adrenaline dump
You recall in a microsecond
The right kind of look
To intimidate. But you can’t see its eyes
And the shadows deceive you
Shifting, as if in jest
Mocking you. In the space
Between here and there
You commit an unpardonable
Sin of one-upping that which you do not know
And you feel it then, more than you can
See. The ghostly lips turning into a
Sneer. And you watch as the tears
Threaten. In the final analyses, a decision will
Make itself and a step will be taken
Forward. By one of you. In the end, you already
Know who you are. Who you’ve always been
From before. And in every step in between.
It’s the waiting that kills you.