Can you see it standing there?
Watching you brushing your hair.
Can you smell it's moist breath?
As goosebumps rise before your eyes.
Can you hear it at night whispering to you?
As you strain to dismiss its hiss as water in the pipes.
Can you feel it sitting on your bed?
Tugging the covers closer to you.
Can you taste it in your mouth?
Copper fear, and fetid death.
Can you sense it's here for you?