Unshaven hairs
prickle against my soul
Legs carnivorous
as they walk
Gnawing at my fear
I wiggle and jig about
as my dark skin
turns warm to the touch
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Unshaven hairs
prickle against my soul
Legs carnivorous
as they walk
Gnawing at my fear
I wiggle and jig about
as my dark skin
turns warm to the touch
This captures that creepy feeling so well!