kitchen tile. failure 1.

panic. panic. panic 

cold sweat forms and there you are

the room is covered in blood, but you remain unphased 

there are corpses covering the floors and you do not flinch 

the sound of children laughing and screaming fill the air but there is nothing more terrifying than dingy silence so you don't react 

suddenly, she's there. 

the girl with the sweet tongue and eyes 

her hands hold fruit but she becomes Goliath at sound of 3 words 

ready to destroy 

her fingers are ghostly, they reach out to touch your skin like they had so many times before 

no words 

she speaks to you, but you can't seem to hear her and she grins like that was the point 

suddenly, there are ropes tugging at your skin 

flashes come from every angle 

questions tug at your eardrums 

why didn't you, why did you, who are you, 

who made you this way? 

And suddenly you jump between each of your failures 

she sits there and laughs, as you feel disgust run through you 

failure, failure, failure

like a broken sermon 

slut, failure, disappointment 

war cries of old lover tear through your skin 

how could you leave them that way 

panic. panic. panic. 

you wake up, the cold glass of water near the nightstand shaking due to your vision 

you tread lightly downstairs 

she's there, cooking breakfast and smiling 

you flinch 

she smiles at you, kissing your cheek, moving on

"You're up late" 

"Bad dream"

"Oh? Tell me about it"