you manage to predate me in my own home,
my dread overriding any sense
of sensibility, swamping
my ability to think, act, normally.
all the voices in my head,
they get louder
he'll never understand you, don't you know?
he never has.
and yet just the thought of your body
within miles, inches, feet of my body
sets me reeling,
scares me senseless to slink to the bedroom
and under the covers,
like a child waiting for the monster.
don't come in, don't come in, don't come in.