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