Haunted in my dreams
by a killer it would seem.
He’s marked me as his own
made his intentions known. He wanders through my home
leaves notes when I’m alone.
I hear there’s been another
as they detail how she suffered.
A loud bang pulls me from my sleep
I wander in the dark along the hallway I creep.
And I wonder what is safer,
sleep or pen and paper.
Karen Hayward ©2016