The very thought of you
even coming near
sends darts of hatred
straight to my core.
Peeking round corners
seeing shapes in the dark
Brings the blackness of you
Like shots to the heart.
Shaking like thunder
right down to my feet
when the dreaded you
begins to take shape.
Where will I run to
with no place to hide
when the horror of you
does really arrive. | 
Submission Name: The horror
