Im always within arms reach.
I am the whisper of breath against the nape of your neck as you sit hunched over a keyboard with your eyes squinting at something written on your computer screen. I am the feathers touch of fingers gripping your bare shoulder as you lounge on your cheap couch. I am the pair of eyes watching you in the dead of night: I am the low, rasping snicker that fades out of mind after only moments.
I am your opposite, I am your clone. I am your shadow, flicking my own wrist just to see you twitch. Im the pair of hands that hover just out of your line of sight behind your cracked closet door. I am fear incarnated: I am your souls exact copy.
I was there at your birth; standing with my eyes lingering upon the sparkling linoleum of the hospital as you came shrieking from your mothers womb: bloody and dripping, exactly the way youd be on your dying day. I was there during your lifes defining moment, smirking at your humiliation, holding you that inch back from achieving your dreams. Couldnt you feel my hand against your palm? I was there. Breathing, gasping, leering with broken lips and torn apart skin.
I will be quick; I will be sly. I will slip my hand into your parted fingers; I will bring bloody lips to your barren cheek and kiss you. I will pull you close, embrace you, wrap my arms around your body. The feeling of broken, loose skin will touch against your body; but you wont think of it, will you? I will pull away just the slightest bit and look up into your face, pitch black eyes meeting with your emotion filled ones. I will have no facial expression as I slowly slip my arm into the center of your body.
That tugging feeling in your chest? Thats me. That light, airy pressure against your chest its me, reaching in and grabbing whats rightfully mine. Youre unaware; you obviously dont care. My fingers curl around your soul and slowly, I tug it out. That pounding feeling in your head, that force against your diaphragm that just wont seem to go away?
Its the loss of something deep within you.
Im taking over. Its nothing, really, other than me claiming what was supposed to be mine. Graying skin from lack of love, lack of lust: darker eyes and angry movements will be your domain now. Light or dark. Im in. Im spreading down to the tips of your very fingers; Im curling myself into your tongue muscles. Im in, and you and I, we become one.
We turn our head. Theres nothing there. We sneer, knowing, well, its there. Its living the life I had to live.
And it serves it damn right. Sin can only lie in waiting for so long.