The screams began again. It wasn’t a dream
this time. I heard them, walking, I saw
them, the shadows, reflecting from the granite
walls. That stare.
It was never her fault. Tied an bound,
I thrust the blade.
In and out.
Blade of flesh. Deep. Hot. Bleeding.
The screams began again, so sweet. So young.
The air filled with damp musk, shadows rose
Ghosts incarnate. Distant karma.
Flames danced. Caged. I reached but no longer
The screams began again.
Eye wide…open. Darkness,