And there sets forth the oncoming storm
Wispy fingers of creeping dark around my neck
Will it pass through or will it linger?
Staring at the darkness that’s coming towards me
Praying that it passes by as quickly as it arrives
Uninvited
Unwanted
Wispy fingers feel like a real hand closing off my breath
Shutting eyes
Holding breathe
Hoping it will not be my death

finished on October 26, 2017