Chin down
Eyes facing the floor
A chill straight down the back
Breath fails to come
And you’re shocked
When the wind tickles your neck
Behind you
A whisper from nowhere
That paranoia feeling
Of being watched
Strongly invading the senses
Slipping from corner to corner
Hoping not to be cornered too
Creeping silently along
Gasping from time to time
Somehow
Fingers twitch in your hair
A force unknown
Pulls you around
The scary part
No one’s there
You can’t help but run
Beating it to the door
Bursting into gloom
And then you’re stuck
Wandering corridors again
With the force responding more
Something kisses your lips
Puts hands around your waist
A phantom in disguise
It’s the stuff made of nightmares
A seduction by touch
Or casual way to make one die
It’s disrupting the thoughts
Making a body clench
That impossible arch
When it’s just too much
You wouldn’t believe it
But it seemed to involve
That person