Shivers by Amy Jasek

An inner breeze makes the

skin prickle:  there,

on the stairs,

where a shadow 

might have moved

With dawning chill

the hair rises, into air

fogged by fear

that denies lantern light

or any window glow of the moon

Brightness is eschewed

but the presence of 

a wintery awareness

comes rushing in

misty-whitening the eyes

it glides, mercurial

whispers a moan of

forgotten words on a secret wind

shakes the senses until

with a tremor

the whole body quakes

it makes its move

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