Dream Marks on My Pillow

Tossing and turning as the nightmares crawl over my skin.  Their spindly fingers pick their way through my hair and break apart my skin. Their crawling inside my body, ripping out my arteries, biting my bones, and gnawing at my organs. I can't make a sound as they continue to eat away at my insides, I can't move now that they've eaten my nerves. I am in pain. I'm suffocating and bleeding out all at the same time. My eyes are frozen open, watching in horror from the mirror that hangs from my door. I'm almost nothing now, just a mass of shifting black and a face. A figure slowly appears in front of me. It has dripping black skin and jagged hands made of glass. It opened it's mouth, showing me it's sharp, needle-like teeth. It closes in on me, taking my head within it's hot, slimy mouth that stunk of rotting meat and bile. I let out a scream, sitting up and clutching my heart. Trying to catch my breath I see my body is still in tact. Getting up, face full of tears, I turn on the light.

Dream Thread

I have to sleep in total darkness and silence. 
He can't find me this way. I lay still as ice beneath my blanket, barely breathing as I listen to him rummage through my room. I have to change where i hide everynight, he's not very bright but it doesn't take an genius to check a bed. I can hear his feet slither by past my hiding spot under the desk, I hold my breath. My room is cold when he finally leaves for the night, i win another day. I stretch out from the desk and make my way back to bed. I'm close to sleep when I hear a grumble.
And I realize I am no longer alone.

Him

I can't stop thinking about him, everything I look at reminds me of him. Look look LOOK, I stop.  SItting up I clamor down from my bed, bare feet touching the cold wood. As I walk out I begin to think about him again. He reminds he of the rain, cold and warm and wet all at the same time, his eyes like fresh bread pulled straight from the oven, His mouth like a cobra trapping me in a daze waiting to strike. I make my way to the kitchen, my hand slides across the smooth marble counter. His skin felt like the counter too, I remember running my hands across his back, his chest, neck and face. My heartbeat quickens as I find myself at the basement door. Open it open it OPEN IT, i'm screaming at myself. How many days has it been I wonder as I walk down the stairs. I stop and turn on the lights. He lays there, his back, chest, and neck cut to ribbons, all but his face, I could never ruin a angel's masterpiece. I grab a clean blanket from the dryer and lay myself next to him, not even caring about the dried blood that stains the concrete, and pull the blanket across us. I don't stop thinking about him. He's mine.

Sweet Haikus

Berry Kissed

She lays, unmoving

Her lips were berry kissed

Dress collecting blood

Blush & Bashful

The Sun's warm blush crept

Softly through the curtains

over his bashful face

Sugarbeet

Sweet beets beat sweetly

One Two Three Four Crash, birds flee

Sweet beets cease beating

Kissable

Kissable

The lipstick I spent

So much time on is gone now,

Stained onto his lips, cheek, neck.

The rest continues to sweat away

and become smudged from his

hands that clamor around my face

A break shows itself as i open

my eyes, breathing in his radiant aura

Oh My Valentine, you leave

My heart out of breath

 as your tender hands

draw my face back in.