Friday, March 20, 2009


Please note this blog carries an age restriction. It may contain scenes of violence and strong language. Parental guidance is advised.

Oh no, you don't!

Don't you dare come slinking through the dark night, sneaking through my window, slipping through the crack in my door. Please. Don't creep in under the covers behind me, and snuggle up to me, caressing my arm with your long fingers, breathing on the back of my neck. Don't make me invite you in, open up for you.

Don't whisper those thoughts in my ear, half-waking me. Please. Don't send your being coursing through my veins, freezing my blood, making my pulse race. Don't get into every nook and cranny of my body, my soul, my brain, filling me. Chilling me.

Please. Don't.

Fuck off, Fear, you bastard. And take your cousin, Insecurity, with you.

Or, is it something else?

1 comment:

Elan Hoffman said...

Too many serial killer books methinks