Shiver 2The pain is everywhere,Shiver 26 years ago in Scraps
Red, white, a flash of yellow eyes.
There they are again,
I feel his touch,
As he carries me inside.
I wait for him every day,
To appear in the trees.
One day I get close enough to touch.
Then he was gone.
The next time I saw him,
He was covered in blood,
The first time I'd ever seen him like this.
That was when I knew I could never let him go.
I fell asleep with the scent of him.
Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfumes, coarse bristles on my face.
Almost like he was here.