i am the blood-soaked
blankets beneath your bed,
and I am the rusted knives
you keep hidden in that
box in your garage. i am
all your ***** thoughts
and ugly wants. i am that
itch creeping up your spine
and the cold tingle in your
fingertips. i am the compulsion
keeping you awake at night
and the obsession in your
every move. i am your
darkest secrets and your deepest
desires. i am the ghost that
haunts your waking moments
and i am the skeletons hidden
in your garden.