Addicted to a Shade

Feel me
Like a chilly breath
On the back of your neck
While it’s still wet
From your hair
But when you look up
I’m not really there
I’m a spirit
Dressed in black
Half dipped in this world
And half in that one
A memory,
Real enough,
Supersedes reality
I’m the spectre behind your eyes
That hides when you try
To look me in mine
The Half There
That comes just before
A jump scare
Fear and excitement
Float in that space
Between the fighter and the frightened
I’m not really there
But you feel my presence
I’m not really there
But you sense my essence
Embedded in your soul
Filling the empty half
Of the hole in your chest
Like…