For small moments; however brief, they are,
there would be goosebumps in your skin,
cold shivers from a tantalizing breeze –
A winter breath that stalks your spine
like a spirit trying to posses your body.
Those heebie-jeebies chased her forever,
not you, but me – the ghosts of the past
that haunted my memories as if they were
apparitions predicting the future
before the present ever came nigh.

Written by: L.L

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