Shadow In The Night
He's here again
by Tisa Buis
standing, watching, while I sleep
He has no face
just a huge heavy shadow
who haunts my nights.
The room remains empty, yet
I can feel his presence,
hear his long, drawn out breaths,
and smell the pungent odor of stale cigarettes.
Though my eyes are closed
I can see the moonlight through the window
reflecting on the blade of the silver switchblade knife
as he draws closer and closer to my bedside.
Then it happens
again as it has so many nights before.
I can feel the searing pain
and taste the sticky sweetness of my own blood
as I fight to escape the dark shadow
and reach for the light.