Chills of Unease
Thousands of drops were suspended outside the glass creating a haze,
Which gave the one that blurred his vision a chance.
It tickled while sliding to his chin,
Giving him the chills of unease,
It left his body aching and wishing
Someone would wipe it of quick.
This time it was okay
If his collar got wet,
Even in a red light
The glass to his left
would leave all
the gazes
away.
Copyright © Alara Koc | Year Posted 2020
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