You appear as a dark shadow; small, black, faceless,
getting bigger and bigger. Engulfing until your circumference becomes traceless.
You sound like sharp green nails on a blackboard, scratching and screeching.
Your voice bores into me, shrill and defeating
A fiery burn as you suck and bite at me, a parasite slowly killing its host.
Yet a cold icy breeze rushes through me, like the kiss of a ghost.
You smell sour like an acidic pitcher of cloudy lemonade,
a stale, putrid linger that just won’t fade.
You taste salty, like trickling wet tears,
because you taste like one of my biggest fears.
