Plaster.

My back hurts. Tied in knots.

Staring at the ceiling.

Eyes stuck

I find your face amongst the plaster.

You stalk my mind, hidden within every memory.

You're everywhere.

But, why above my bed?

I need to escape.

A smile splits your face in a painful grimace.

Eyes splayed wide, judging my very soul.

Saliva treks towards the edge of your lip,

slapping on my cheek.

A heavy tongue’s taunts becomes crushing, gripping it with a firm grasp I tear the muscle from its socket.

Basking in bloody silence.

Covered in your sanguine blanket, I finally slip away.