Through the mirrors.

Through the windows.

Through all the doors.

And holes in the walls,

I see you.

Walking into the kitchen.

Walking into the living-room.

The bedroom and to your car,

You’re so pretty for mine and me.

I’ll peek and I’ll watch-

Saving these feeling just for you.

Sometimes you look around.

But you don’t see me there.

That’s my favorite part.

When you yawn and stretch.

Pulling back your blankets.

And stepping in bed…

So pretty.

I slide the window open slowly.

I slink inside and stand over you.

You look so pretty when you’re asleep.

I smooth your hair out.

Your eyes flutter open.

I smile and open my mouth-

To speak for the first time…

“Hello, beautiful…”

The needle is already in your wrist.

The gag already in your mouth.

The knife already to your throat.