Slow, very slowly it is so very slow

it might never ever happened, but it did,

the ghost touched me again, again the shivers,

then it subsided and I was not sure if it was just chills,

and then the crawling, the icy dots splattered

on the spine, the lungs suddenly has been drained off air

I try to think and the mind has gone blank

from a lack of oxygen, each time it happens,

I am fading, albeit quietly, so quiet

it might seems like I am still around,

this is a shift, the fulcrum pivoting to something else,

what I know not, it is not better, it is worse

for I can feel the chill again, the chill more insistent

now.