The Chill
The cold winter evening air.
The howling wind through the trees.
The mist slowly rolling over the cold frozen body of water.
The cracking of twigs in the nearby surrounding.
The yellow eyes staring at the movements.
The dark corners and voids of the unknown.
The fast pacing heartbeat causing the blood to rush to the brain.
The nothing.
The quiet....
Do you feel it?
Do you?
THE CHILL....
Copyright © Sheree Schoeman | Year Posted 2023
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