Through the eyes of others, I wonder what they see.

I’m beginning to think I am different because my eyes have seen what lies beneath.

They appear in my window late at night

Their scorching glare bring my breath to light.

I can see them in the distance, standing still.

It’s as if they want me to watch until I know they are real.

It was late last night, I knew it was not a dream.

I lay asleep on my couch as the tv screen beams.

The power is cut and I can’t quite breath.

I know I am now surrounded by the presence for what lies beneath.

*Whispers whispering*

*Whispers whispering*

*Whispers whispering*

*Silence*

My eyes peek slightly at the edge of the couch..

There are cold feet covered in grime and dirt and-

Blood.

My heart leaps out of my mouth carrying the last breath that I breathed out.

There is someone standing there that smells like a burning house.

There isn’t much I can say after last night.

I made the brave decision to look with my fists out.

My fists went through the air before my lids began to open.

I swallow the vomit of fear.

Nobody, not a single someone was there.