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 dawning
                    of the
                             end-all.