So Much Fear

What am I
besides so much air
over a too-dry reed?
What am I
besides so much glitter
to be blown in the wind?
What am I
besides so much fear?
What am I?

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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