Cut the Cord

I open my eyes.
It is cold.
There is only blackness around.
A light snow,
covering
the grave so recently agape;
now dusted close.
Heart hammering
I can hear
roar of blood
in my ears
pressing my hands
flat to the…..
I jerk up right.
Hand pressed to chest
another dream
another wasted death.
Each woman though
every one
wears my face.
Every expression
the same.
Every detail of the dream
the same.
Only time.
Only place.
That is all that changes.
Stalked.
I am hunted.
Rage.
Burning through broken veins.
Enough!
I roar.
Whirling
swirling
connection
curtain ripped away
never again a victim
I have sent him on his way.
©Dec. 19/21
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