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Behind My Back

You are
    out there —
        behind me:
I feel your breath
    on my nape…
You
    whisper:
“Shall I,
    indign…”
And fear
    grips me
        in a snap.
It claws
    at my neck
        as a spider,
It hits me
    like
        an icefall…
I know
    on the inside that
It’s the dawning
    of the
        end-all.