Caught by Isabelle Lee (17, California)

In one hand I hold yours
While Fear grips my other. 
You gaze at me without judging,
But she curses you for it,
Distorts your gentle laughter
So I hear a heartless shriek. ​

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Aching to run, I halt when
You offer to run by my side
And shelter me from doubt,
To hold me close when the night
Quenches my light, leaves me 
Alone in Fear’s company. 

Though your vows continue,
They scare me. Have I 
Promised myself to Fear?
And have you transformed 
To whispers in shadows
From whom I need to escape?

In one hand I hold hers
While you grip my other.

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