I still have nightmares

about that man.

Beer belly, big hands

grabbing a woman by the strands.

We ran away with tear in our eyes

Closing the blinds

Making sure that when we turn,

nobody’s following behind.

In 2024 we escaped hell

Crumbling thoughts, my sanity fell

Never thought I was one setback away

From my worst self

In 2025 we’re barely getting by.

It’s a tight life

Yet I still hide.

Can’t stand, so I kneel

Incompetence, my Achilles heel

I still see him in windows

I still see him in machines

I still see him in black, empty screens

And I fear

And I feel

It was all becoming real.