My eyes traced the concrete fractures
This is where the dread and unease
Detonate the fear I’ve been hiding
Rough edges jagging into erratic lines
Deep, dark, wide gaps that if stepped on
Would break your mother’s back
And conjure an army of fiends
Of monsters and ogres, of ghosts
Cracks that if tread upon would
Open up and swallow you whole
To spit you back out a meaty skeleton
To be picked and fed upon by carrion
My eyes traced the concrete fractures
Before turning and breaking away
From this seemingly innocuous gate to hell
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When I was young I was afraid of what might be in the ground below our feet. I believed that was where Hell was. I was deathly afraid of potholes and cracks in the ground.
HASTYWORDS 
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
HASTY – What’s below the cracks?
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“This” is the place we call Hell; above the cracks… The Bible states this when God specifically vanquished Satan and his cohorts to The Earth. When God first approached Lucifer about his servant Job, he first inquired of him: “What have you been doing?” Lucifer replied: “Roaming about the surface of The Earth.”
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You touch all of the fears that I had as a child. Shivers still run through me whenever I notice that I have just stepped on a crack in the sidewalk!
I’m glad to see that you are still blogging!
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I remember being afraid of putting my feet on the floor when I got out of bed, just in case a hand grabbed my ankle 😂
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