There He Is Again
Copyright 2022 Octavio Maury
There he is again. Watching. Watching
Attempting sleep is useless. I still feel his presence. The room is pitch black;
There is no moon tonight. I shouldn't be able to see him.
Am I dreaming? Somebody kick me out of my head. I'm losing it. The droning is
I feel a lump in my throat. I want to scream. Where is my body?
Those eyes! Fuck! Those eyes!
Awake. There's light again. It's the morning. Time to go and be productive. I
drag myself to the kitchen and drink coffee I don't remember making. I drag
myself to the bus station and live a life I don't remember asking for.
He is still here.
I feel it.
I've made several posts on the net about that fucker that I keep seeing. No one
has any ideas. I've talked to my therapist about it. It's almost like she
doesn't hear me when I tell her.
As I ride the bus to class I still feel his eyes. Those eyes!