You walk down an empty alley
When suddenly you grow cold
Your skin burns like ice
You shiver and turn your head
Eyes wide
And no one is there
Yet you feel like someone is watching you . . .
© Mike Yost
Carving out thin slices of reality with curved glass. [ by mike yost ]
You walk down an empty alley
When suddenly you grow cold
Your skin burns like ice
You shiver and turn your head
Eyes wide
And no one is there
Yet you feel like someone is watching you . . .
© Mike Yost