“The Only Thing to Fear”
Cauldron Anthology
The Only Thing to Fear
When it rains, my hands
stop working;
When it gets hotter or colder,
and snows,
ices over.
Instead, they grasp a stuffed toy from a glass box,
only to drop it and waste Mom’s quarters.
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