A sketchy draft of air.
A burp in the atmosphere.
A disquieting warm spot in the room.
This is how my world sees me.
Invisible, but still wrong.
Until tomorrow…
The Shiver Down Your Back
Post-note: Yeah, I creeped myself out, too, re-reading this. Maybe I’m not invisible enough?
The Words & Madness of Chloe Stowe 