blood off, I'm not going to. This blood is the only physical
possession of the love of my life left with me.
Julie said yellow pillows doesn't go well with green couch but
I like yellow and I like green, funny enough it's red too now,
dark red, dirty red.
I feel like crying, I want to cry but I can't, my eyes are dry, my
lips are dry, my head hurts and my body shivers but I can't
move cause something behind the sofa is watching me,
waiting for me to turn away. Waiting to attack.
I can't call for help, what if it's sleeping and I wake it up,
inviting the attack, no I can't call, I can't move. I have to stay
here, watch it while it watches me, attack it if it attacks me.
I'm shaking, my hands are unstable, my fingers are sweaty, I
can't hold on to it anymore.
I'm scared, I'm so scared, nothing can help me now. Why
doesn't it just come out and get over it? I'm tired of waiting.