I scream at you until
my voice breaks and I
can no longer breath.
I wake up sweating and red faced.
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.
I scream until I see stars but you only step closer.
I see the shadow of your feet infiltrating
the light underneath my bedroom door.
I slash open the palm of my hand as an offering of peace.
The blood drips and weaves toward the door.
A puddle collects by your boots.
Snakes around the back of your heel.
But you remain.
No amount of blood could satisfy you.
So I lay my gun on the nightstand,
across from the red room key.
This is an old mining town in the middle of hell.
Many people die here.
A paranormal group takes pictures of ghosts and peeling walls.
My gun lay at the side ready.