subtle breathing in a dark damp corner

padding footsteps, shadows on the wall

a disguised glance over your shoulder

miniscule tinglings on the nape of your neck

on the small of your back

thumping in your chest, pounding in your ears

can they hear it?

your fear

I can smell it

my breath on your cheek

fingertips playing with the

goosebumps on your arms

I am behind you

playing with your fear

and when your blood streams down

my fingers

puddles in my palms

races in rivulets down my arms

the smell of your fear

will circle in my bloodstream

your death with be my life

my passion

from the day I met you

you knew nothing

you will know nothing

but the

subtle breathing in a dark damp corner