Frozen Breath
My breath misting on the glass,
Choking back my fear –
Watching the shadow in the night
Drawing slowly near.
Pressed against the window,
Frozen to the core
I pray this figure turns his back,
And will haunt me no more.
I watch this man approach,
His gaze fixed on me,
I'm trapped in his cold, dead eyes,
Longing to be free.
Looking through the frosty glass,
I see my own scared face.
I know that if he finds me,
I'll be gone without a trace.
I watch this shadowed figure,
Stalking me like death.
And by dawn all that is left of me,
Is on the glass- my frozen breath.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2008
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