Nightmare Returns

I had that
nightmare
again

[From
Amityville Built-For-One
I wrote]

about living
in the house

where someone
is upstairs

and I can’t
lock them out.

This time
I heard some
rummaging
through
the trash

just outside the
unlockable door.

so I grabbed
my keys
off the counter

and went
into my bed
to watch
and wait.

an arm
reached out
from the door

and I yelled,

“what the fuck
do you think
you’re doing?”

the light
came on
in the hallway,

and this tall
large-shouldered
man
walked out;

explaining,

“I was just
going to
borrow
your paper.”

my fear
slightly
dissipates.

quickly,
i think
On my feet
to lighten
the mood.

I know
he grabbed
the content
sections,

but I
separate
by ads
and content.

So, trying
to be nice,

I reply,

“oh okay,
would you like
the ads too?”

And turn around,
grabbing them to
hand them to him.

i hold them out,

but instead of
the paper
he grabs
me by the wrist.

he threatens me
coy yet menacingly,

“if you were
looking for
an attacker,
sweetheart,
you’ve
found one.”

he then
grabbed me
by the sides
of my torso

As my
consciousness
slipped
out of me;

disassociating me
from my body

and I woke up,

frozen.

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