An Out-Of-Body Experience

That creaking on your stairs? 
That's me. 

The scratching at your window? 
That's me. 

The thumps beneath your bed? 
That's me 
that's me 
that's me.

That shadow in your hallway?
That's me.

That blood oozing from your veins?
That's me.

That mocking laugh jeering in your ears?
That's me.

That threatening note, crumpled 
In your fist?
That's me.

That broken chunk of window glass
Lodged in your arm?
That's me.

That siren shrieking from the 
Car outside your house?
That's me.

That set of metal cuffs linking your wrists behind
Your back?
That's me.

That final breath that chokes you to death?
That's me.



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