A needle pierces my neck.
It is sharp, insistent,
It drives deeper to my bone,
When it makes contact a chill shakes my frame.
I turn wildly and look around the moonlit street.
There is no one around.
No one like me in sight.
Only the dancing swirls that mock my consternation.
They wave and dance,
Moving with such precision that I know it is nothing short of purposeful.
The shadows are watching,
T...
