Chills Run Down My Spine

And Follow Me In The Night

Photo by Altınay Dinç on Unsplash

Cold night, moon bright and pale
Swathes of mist, a ghostly contrail
Cool air seeps into my bones
My breathing, light, and frail

Night sounds send chills down my spine
Hairs on my neck stand guard
Eyes try to pierce the midnight gloom
Happiness scarred