Christopher Quigley Poet Free verse

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

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