Staking Fear.

Shivers rising in hot beads of sweat...
Fixing themselves in strawberry blood.
The seeds lie motionless, but my fruit gushes wet...
Carried along with the darkening flood.

"Manifest" is finished, well at least, in my dreams.
And my palms gently bleed on the windowpane's base.
It's been nothing but dead ends, and blotted lead stains...
Nothing but scratch...squeak!...erase.

It's sometime late, some time in the evening...
And the sun's work is due to cast shadows over all.
It's some time around 5, maybe six, maybe seven...
As I conjure these words, staring blank at the wall.

Little did I know, that someone had watched me...
A shadow of sorts, concealed in the dark.
Took manifest nearly, and someone staked fear...
To add six beats to the skips of my heart.

Dare did I look, and a gulp passed me by...
As I conjured these words, staring blank by the wall.
I looked over...farther...farther...even farther.
But peered into the eyes of a mere nothing-at-all.