I see his shadow in the night
He drums his fingers against the glass
He waves me a good night
I wave back
His cold presence doesn't bother me anymore,
Like it did to the child before
He drags his drumming nails across the glass
Making a screech sickening to the stomach
His long thin fingers press against my neck
Choking me
Remind myself to breathe in
Almost pulling my soul from its anchor
Breathe out
Making my vision blurry
Breathe in
Gasping for air
Breathe out
Arms cemented to my sides
Breathe in
A soundless scream
Breathe out
And then it's over.
Breathe in
A person sits outside my window
Its daylight by now
I see his silhouette
He drums his fingers against the glass
He waves a good day
I scoff
Heaving over the basin
Puking out black ink
The only remnants of the nightmare
Reminded that this liquid was made by my own treacherous body
Helping my treacherous mind in my misery.
