the bed is shaking again, hovering two feet off of the ground and steadily rising

by the time i fully wake to realize what is happening my face is pressed against the ceiling

all i can do is go back to sleep

mental note to self, buy more whiskey and salt

all the cupboards are open again and the mirror in the bathroom is dripping blood in the shape of a heart

the thermostat says it is eighty degrees but when i exhale i can see the cloud in front of me

why won’t you just leave me be, take your ghost and haunt some else, you never loved me, in fact you said as much, but all i dream about is your touch

the water in the shower comes out black as sin, it sputters and hisses as it flows

the air carries the scent of your musk, your shampoo like citrus scented kisses floats in my mind

the fresh milk has soured, the eggs have turned black and the bread is a solid shade of green

i hate you, i miss you, i want you

come home

is that what you want me to scream into the rainy morning gloom in my boxers on the street

begone foul demon, return from whence you came

by saint michael, the archangel that leads the armies of heaven, i vanquish you back to hell

why won’t you just leave me be, take your ghost and haunt some else, you never even loved me, in fact you said as much, but all i dream about is your touch

haunted by your stain, the fleeting vestiges of pain, as the world keeps on spinning, i just circle round the drain

haunting images of your face, the ghostly image fills this place, and no matter how quickly i run, the memories always keep pace