she is the cold feeling at the back

of your mind when you sit alone in the

dark.

the one asking you to join her in song.

the shadowed figure staring back at you,

sitting still.

she dances when you are not looking.

the whispers, the slight movement of the

rocking chair,

the creak of your room floor,

the slightly opened closet door,

the face in the mirror.

she is with you,

she is calling.