Fear for sure
Her eyes flew open
And black fear
Sprang to life and jumped
From her pupils
Adrenaline pumped
Fast and hard
Into every breathing cell
Supercharging them
Killing some with demands
Animating her still body
Into a pliable marionette
She threw off the covers
Texted her boss an apology
And high-tailed her arse
Adrenaline still pumping
Out her front door
And off to work
Nearly an hour late
Sigh
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