New Freeverse: The Man Who’s Trying To Kill Me With A Shotgun

The Man Who’s Trying To Kill Me With A Shotgun

 

Figure that haunts me from
The sleepiest crevices of my bed,
I say unto you—
Leave me be!

 

Wandering across my dream mesas,
Dashing about. Zero escape.
Every bunker, the corners where I
Seek refuge
He’s there, jabbing that
Sawed-off shotgun into my ugly mug.
Clairvoyant claws burrow beneath
Me:
Pulling each, one-by-one
Tearing flesh and
Blood, and
Staring down that lighted barrel.

 

Hammer down, trigger finger poised and
Threatening escape.
Why does he not unleash the blast?
End it?
I demand an answer!
          Silence…
Scamper again, sprint a
Desperate search for cover.

Come about to stumble upon
That which I
Knew would be there:

 

The cloaked silhouette
With his death-weapon.