The ghost of a terrorist

Their presence clouds the security of civilization
Like a ghost in the valley They press forth
Uncertainty devours the man with a pale face
Alert and Anticipating he stands
Focused and bewildered marks his presence

The hissing acid plummets to the earth
terror washes my paper-white face with a sponge of needles
Silence forms a shield around me, briefly, mildly
Like dust near a fan, life fades, fades...fades
Secretly they watch, they wait and then they disappear

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