I scream at you until
my voices breaks and I
can no longer breath.
I wake up sweating and redfaced.
You won’t leave me alone.
I keep telling you to stay away.
You only stare back at me and smile.
In my dreams you are always across the street from me.
I scream until I see stars but you only step closer.
I can see the shadow of your feet infiltrating the light underneath my bedroom door.
I slashed open the palm of my hand as on offering of peace.
The blood dripped and weaved toward the door.
A puddle collected by your boots.
The blood snaked around the back of your heal.
But you remained.
No amount of blood could satisfy you.
Not even death would bring you peace.
You’re just a man who won’t fit in.
Her gun lay on the nightstand next to her,
across from the red room key.
This was an old mining town in the middle of hell.
Many people died here.
There was a paranormal group taking pictures of ghosts and peeling walls.
Her gun lay at her side ready.
