Memories Haunt

A tuck, a fold beneath the sheets of the ghost that holds my mind. A toss, a turn under what covers me, colors me the same shade of white. A rock, a gasp of wind that steals my breath, beneath the weight of dreams. A chill, a sweat within the touch of the danger lying next to me. A scream, a silence that hushes me awake, flushes me red. A toss, a turn, a kick to the ghost that holds me tight. A tuck, a fold within the edges of my mind. A crease, a drop, a stain of blood already drained. A snip, a stitch into the seams of darkness. A rise, a fall of another day, another year gone by. A shovel, a hoe to dig the grave and bury my ghost deep within my mind. A paper, a pen to write his name, then color it blank. A gasp, a cough to clear the air so I can breath again. A glance, a stare he's still here. A tuck, a fold, a toss, a turn beneath the sheets of the ghost that holds my mind.