OUT OF TOUCH

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


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