Poetry Time

Nightmare

The heat shuts off
as it reaches 65
and the house
settles he’s still
chasing me with
the knife he still
wants to kill me I
don’t know why
he just runs at me
with the sharp blade
glistening in his hand
his eyes make me turn
away in fear there’s
something there
then he is gone I take
a breath and try to plan
my next move I know
he hasn’t given up
then I hear him down
in the laundry room he’s
going through my dirty
clothes that doesn’t seem
odd to me I crawl down
out of the bed and hide
behind it I am ready
for him ready for him
to come up
the stairs I will throw
this bottle of water
at him and he will
be defeated
I wake up and wonder
why I’m on the floor
naked