Blood On My Walls

Every night I go to sleep, thinking this will be the night that I'm free. Tonight, it won't happen anymore. The darkness will come and wash over me like a baptismal rinse.

But then it does...

I'll wake in the morning. The sunlight will pour through the windows and blast my face, shocking the sleep from my system like a gunshot. It's always this sudden. There's no transition, no time to hit snooze. One moment, it's night and I'm closing my eyes, the next, it's day and I'm struggling for orientation.

And the blood... the blood will run down the walls. It will be a slow drip. A pattern like someone just emptied one of those squirting water bottles all over. It will smell almost like rust. Some blood will pool on the floor, more blood on the bed, but most blood will run down the walls.

The knife under my pillow will be warm. My clothes will be new, and mud will cover my boots. I'll look everywhere, but won't find a body. I'll clean up and try to forget about it.

Then I'll go to work.

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Originally uploaded on May 4, 2016

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