A Taste of Fear

 

A taste of fear

When bitterness makes your face cringe

The chills, the goose bumps

Hair standing on end

The aftertaste is black

Sudden wind hits your back

The only thing you haven’t dropped

Are your fingers from their white-knuckle grip

A mental trip

Subconscious slip

As you’re skating on sanity’s thin ice

And wouldn’t it be nice

If someone turned on the lights

In this starless pitch-black dream?

Maybe the falling tree in the near-barren wood

But no one will hear you scream

We all scream

For ice cream’s

Sweet taste on the tongue

All flavors under the sun

To remove the bitter taste of fear

Replaced by smile from ear to ear

Until an ice cream headache it brings

Warm and fuzzy replaced by stings

The chills, the goose bumps

Hair standing on end

The aftertaste is back

And like the bitterness, makes your face cringe

At the memory of

A taste of fear