One night She is there, hovering above me.
I will say that She
is in the shape of me.
At night, She floats over me and
I see the hairs growing on her chin,
smell the stench from her mouth.
She really makes me hate me.
What I notice the most is the noise radiating from her pussy.
It somehow sounds like:
• Somebody Leaving Me in the Middle of the Night
• Everybody I Care About Dying
• My Writing Up in Flames
• The Phrase “Can I Give You Some Feedback?”
She will stand on the bed while You
snore next to me, one arm over your eyes,
like You’re dreaming
about being on the beach where the sun
is so hot, so bright in this lucky way
that you just can’t stand.
You just cannot stand all of your good
luck. Oh, I am so jealous of You sometimes.
We all have holes
and we are all a little
Haunted. When was a time you
felt afraid for no reason and why?
Some people say scary stories
make them feel horny.
It’s that adrenaline.
The knowledge
that the man in
the corner of the room
was really a lamp.
The doll winking at
you was just a trick of the light.
The strangers holding
knives at your throat
were part of a bad dream.
You were just dreaming, nena.