hunting for witches

there is a peculiar sensation in my blood tonight.
i want to jump up as soon as the elevator starts to go down
i want to taste my last meal in my throat

it feels grainy when i swallow and its hard not to cough.
i want to hold onto your hand while i pull myself up.
i know its awkward but at least the toliet stays in the same spot

each dream is my shadow
its no different when i wake up and forget where i am.
you fall asleep in the same bed you did the night before
bleary eyes struggle to focus with my early morning cat stretches as i stare down the hallway, im waiting for some nightmare to just melt out of the wall one day and stalk slowly down the hall.


its difficult to approach the day with blue optimism when you know that you will be sweating in your shoes a few moment after you put them on. i make sure the cat has food and check the status of the litterbox to determine how much longer i can put off changing it.

i try and hold on to the last murmur of my dream. i close my eyes and i can feel you next to me. i can smell you. i feel the warm stirring of your breath touching the delicate spot where my neck meets the rest of me.

the sunlight flowing through the blinds burns the lingering feeling away.

i like how everything is better in the dark. every flaw seems softer, less obvious. instead of loud colors, they are muted, soft, and still.
i ache for the way your voice sounds as you tell me everything you cant in the light.



i love you in the dark.