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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Shadowed Love

***Please note that this poem deals with Stalking/Death which may be a trigger. Please read with caution.****

Tick tock

do you hear the clock?

I am coming for you.

Here

now

forever more.

Hide.

Run.

I will always find you hun.

Together

we will be one

as the gods have ordained

I read it in the bible

come to me

let us play one on one.

Upon the altar you lay

beautiful girl

draped in white

a bride of the night

Do not cry

shed no tears

I promise dear

the knives won’t hurt.

Draw

pierce

your screams

dulcet tones in my ears

trembling threads

blood red

your eyes become vacant.

Once upon a time

what I felt was called limerence

today

they will call it stalking

undesired attention

unwanted attraction.

Alas my love

everything could have been alright

if only you had cared.

©March 4/20

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