IT GIVES BIRTH TO SHIVERS

i don't like murky waters
and the deep
slow moving forms they contain
that hold the secrets of all those
who have disappeared beyond the trees

i love shadows
darkness and drifting mist
but maybe only if not a part
of the brutish glances of wicked pools
among unkempt reeds
that just stare at me
staring even as i turn my back
giving the sensation of hellbent
slimy tongues
licking unsuspecting spines
draining blood from the face
drawing sweat from the palms
that are slowly turning cold

this is the moment
i find no comfort
in feeling that my thoughts
are no longer alone.