This Is a Poem About the Shivers

Real fear as it crawls from the nape of your neck icicly popping skin along arm hairs raised in surrender unable to stop what will become I never look at shadows anymore incase there is a face their theyr'e that sea me-i love using the wrong swords see you just open your phone Who is that in the background feel my oil slick tendrils kiss your shoulder talon crawl across your ripping flesh when stomach and arsehole are closer than before Brian turns ewe to your brain that tightly held breath heart above sound feet rooted in molten stair see my face as the darkness turns away afraid to look again if mirrors reflect light why can you see your shadow in a mirror and will you dare to look sitting in my favourite seat the spittles of rainbow spewing from the box of idiots dance accross my wall macabre marionettes forbid into cryptic cryptids and the end of the scream is unheard