he lurks continuously
i always try to ignore him, not even look at him
he lurks behind me as if he were my shadow
his distorted face disturbing me
and his shaky voice whispering things to me
in the mornings, he is there when i wash my face, his reflection staring back at me
at lunch, he sits in the furthest chair observing me, waiting for when i need him again
at night, he gets in bed with me, wrapping his long twisted arms around me
the covers will not save me
he pulls at me
the weight is overwhelming
he shouts at me
i dissociate
he wants my blood
i comply
how do i get away
how do i breathe again
