Fear
The Fear Therapy
Welcome Miss Saria Fear,
To the House of Cowards
Where, yellow-bellied like yourself flutter
Meek souls and lily-livered are applauded
Bitten nails are sublime
Shrivelled lips, picturesque
Please familiarise yourself with some of our popular packages:
The barbaric mouths;
Piously describe aloud your foul, inadequate silhouette
A sensitive motion sensor
Laugh you away to tears
Consume your sanity
The mocking eyes;
Scan your chicken presence, inside out
Make you: detest your reflection
Shed a few veins
Mask yourself-hidden to safety
Oh! And the ungoverned emotions;
Yes! One slip and your china heart shattered
Blue brain dismantled
Existence numb
Eyes soaked
It's all a wonderful experience really!
There is the supreme one- Failure;
Creative fluids frozen
Large eyes, hollow sockets
Limbs, paralysed
The aspiration box, wrecked;
Seized by the risk calculator
What will they think?
What will they say?
What if?
Hands too sweaty to write
Voice too shaky to utter
Face too flushed to expose
Ultimately, you will enter the Grand room of Despair;
To be exposed to the epitomised rays of the above therapies
The intense indecent exposure will commemorate the release of courage
For it is despair that gives courage to a coward.