We --- were --- together.
Fate wedged a sickle in between.
I lean on it still, neck exposed,
Ready to forfeit everything.
With uncertainty I am devout.
Because of our closeness
I am unable to retract from the blade,
So ready to inflict grievances.

I feel the intent of the hungering edge,
Wondering which of us holds the handle.
I am just another fool
With little to offer another, given
The greater half of my being
Belongs to you.
My heart, a possession on your shelf
Gathering dust.

You are beautiful
as an endless garden path
you are the air under butterfly wings
your hair wiggles in the wind
like a ticklish child
the blue sky opens the oceans in your eyes
a smile that stretches far and wide
like rolling hills
and the chubby clouds
that gather and talk about the weather
You are joy!

The buzzing of a street lamp,
Echoing through my silent block.
Sounds of crickets are heard,
But the silence is deafening.

Darkness surrounding 8th Street.
An uneasy feeling of being watched,
Creeping up against my neck,
As if it's licking me so tenderly.

The neighborhood of which my home resides,
So mysteriously nerve wrecking.
Petrified to take the garbage to the curb,
I look over both shoulders to make sure.

A creepy sound of laughter,
Floods the sound of nature.
Flabbergasted by my discovery,
That I am being stalked by an unknown being.

Whispers being whispered,
My heart begins to scream.
I loathe this feeling of dreadful fear.
I can't move.
I am paralyzed.

Whatever this thing is,
Human or supernatural.
I am almost positive this is arousing,
To the terrifying being that it is.

A predator hunting it's prey,
I now become the target.
Help me.
Oh god.
Help me.

Uncomfortable shivers contaminate my bloodstream.
Freezing in July,
It's 75 degrees.

Surrounded by the supernatural.
Unwanted manifestations of spirit,
Making me their little toy.
What in god's name is the end game?

Death,
Leaving my face frozen in terror.