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I. a dark awakening

Shuddering awake feeling the freezing cold fingers still around my throat, struggling to catch my breath struggling to focus.

Finding my air. Shaking myself awake, shaking fragments of dreams from my mind, imagery falls fading elusive as dreams can be.

Images of sunny days, running along a cloudy beach, arm in arm, kissing, dancing slowly around barn fires, watching the fading smiles of familiar faces.

The only images are of you. Smooth the rough edges of reality, imagery, or passion, rage the coming betrayal, see you in the soft hues of azures…. 

A new morning… blurry shards of red rage, a hammer, a knife flashing, the incandescent bright tracing sharp edges of death in a bruised hand, broken threads of dialogue, conversations with you of love, hate, insanity.

Each vision fades but, never forgotten, it fades from sight. My mind wanders on, wondering what woke me up what sound or smell. Only remembering the nightmares.

II. a cruel moon

The cold moon is a cruel accusing eye watching, icy light, splashing in slices across the wooden floor, its glow is a mockery of noon. 

I struggle to move I seize in a heartbeat, I think I know a shadow in shadow deep in that corner I know you cannot be! Naw. No.

I only feel you there as a shadow in shadows. A form boney n bare, pale skin, your ribs a cage of air. Your eye sockets stare…

I, I can’t see….I dare not! No! NO!

I squeeze my eyes shut, deny and shake my head again, hoping the image will be gone, yes! Good! Just a nightmare fading, thank god! 

I slide my feet off the bed and onto the hardwood floor cold, bare. I pull myself up with much pain and stagger into the kitchen needing a drink... 

III. dark of the madness

Needing something to wash away these nightmares masquerading as dreams. Liquids of hard spirits to lubricant the bright brittle edges of my creation's pain, my imagination.

I feel my history its deeds done dirty and cheap. I regret my choices my past reeks. Both are bright n dark the madness! I say one step away. 

I slip on the slick floor, I feel odd wetness under my feet, Damn I thought I cleaned this yesterday, I worked really hard to scrub out these stains. I look at my hand on the fridge handle, the dark redness is slick as oil that dries to flaky brown, how odd.  

IV. a silent return 

Damn, I need to clean this mess I need these blades, this saw is going to rust damn. It seems I am out of bleach? Humm lost in thought my soul freezes, my heart stops, there in the corner of sight at the edge of reality! There it sits…

In the dark corner, a hollow thing with bony arms skeletal, Is it grinning? There coming closer in shadow, darkness even in Light. Black eyes staring. ….a thing from nowhere, the deepest abyss…

YES! Its real as sin, its sockets glow like cats eyes in car lights. I wonder… what are you! A haunting vestige, just hair, all teeth, and bones. A dark thing of dark flesh…

V. a cage of air!

Lost to void, dead gray limbs, your ribs are a cage of bone laid bare! Your eye sockets stare a deep freezing cold light. 

A grinning, grimacing face, is that whistle the air passing through your a hollow noise? 

Dear God! No! Why are you here? I see you down the hall ambling shuffling staring…

VI. candle flame...
 
Coming closer, closer, still, I close my eyes tight in fear wishing you were gone, what I did was wrong, I feel the hair on my neck standing
the atmosphere is all-electric…

I feel a breath on my cheek…
I open my eyes 
You are there
Face to face
   
Hollow eyes glowing weakly 
like a weak azure candle flame 
burning deep into me… 















...I, I know I should have not killed you too.
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