Horror

A burned hand

Learns to fear the flame

In milliseconds

A baby fly

Knows to dodge the hand

Without thought

A fearful man

Speeds to squash the insects

As a reflex

But these are just impulses

A pair of eyes

Notices a statue

Out of position

A flicking ear

Tunes to silence

Filled with the fictitious

A trembling body

Feels the wind as cold

Now

Moving shadows chill the heart

More than darkness somehow

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