He Talked In His Sleep
He talked in his sleep
the pages to his nightmare
started when they met
she was Gothic
always dressed in black
forever a countenance of gloom
how they met is a different story
he soon moved in much to her chagrin
like a spider spins to her web
to catch a moth
she became his fire to his ice
melting his bonds
his relationship with her was soon thinning
he was her catch
one night towards the end he screamed in his sleep
he was talking ... then yelling for his life
panic stricken, sweat dripping from his brows
he grabbed her hard, shaking her
his words spurted out, like blood
you tried to kill me with a knife
you were hovering over me
I saw you
I saw you
you tried to kill me with a knife
his words, spurting out more blood
I saw you
I saw you
She returned his look
eyes boring into his
uncomforting
with a smile
so wry, so real, so scary
His mind paused
for reason
It paused for the seeds she planted
The two Ann Rule Books on her nightstand
that he feverishly read,
blood spurting out of it's pages
both book's genres of wives stabbing their husbands to death
and he began to put the puzzle together
heart pounding off the charts
of crops that she wanted to harvest in his head
of her deep rooted quests
he looked back at her,
birds only singing her tune, so robotic
her eyes vacant but real
the wry smile was still there
he screamed again
connie pachecho
1/11/17
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