
Fighting Fear
Written by: Maranda Russell
I took fear by the hand
and shook him until I heard
the sound of his yellow bones
popping in and out of place.
I pushed him down the stairs,
his skull cracking
against the white, stone steps
on his way to the finale.
He hit the basement floor,
his form a worthless gray lump,
emitting the mocking voices
no muzzle can silence.
Still, I must close the door
at least one more time
and pretend not to hear.
So I do.