The Shakes

When your bone chill and arm hair goes up.

I can’t stop them for more than a second. More than that and again I get going. Like an endless curse, I brought on myself the shakes come as shiver to every limb and bone from my core through the ocean of nerves. Deserving it I knowingly accept the trembling muscle, shin-to-toe, cheek-to-cheek. I can’t shake the feeling life-as-is won’t get any better, no ups and downs to look out for. The shakes are to stay. I am an earthquake to rumble until inevitably I crumble.