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close enough to touch completly out of reach i am the whisper on your naked shoulder on a cold, dark night i dance out of veiw when you turn to see me from the corner of your eye i'm the shadow in the firelight the feeling that you get when the hair raises on the back of your neck when you are home alone and the reason lock your door but never feel safe you wake to my touch and hear not a sigh nor foot in the hall but you feel me lurking and creeping ever closer bleeding through the cracks in the wall flowing out of the drains sliding past doorjambs and slithering towards you you cover your head holding your breath mind numb with panic fumbling for words desperate to break the silent spell the buzz in your head drowns out the prayers the pounding blood sings in your ears and the night shatters to the sound of your screams . . . they find you two weeks later when your rent was late still huddled in your bed not a scratch upon your skin but snow white hair on your head eyes opened in fright the doors were locked from the inside windows barred and sealed and cause of death unknown mjh |