Stalking myself

stalking myself

Stalking myself

a mystery as I wonder

are my eyes open

or am I dreaming again.

The room, dark and cold

except for the ghostly light

my mind suspended

like the ceiling fan.

I am stalking myself

passage a blur

but the breath I feel is real

so are the voices

I suppose.

Trapped in a tunnel

where grace whispers


I’ve come to save you

from you!

I notice graffiti from years ago

when I used colors

read messages I left

for my return

knowing I would find myself

in this chamber filled with horror.

This is nothing new

stalking myself

been doing it for countless years

but wait

or was that you!!

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