The Ghost is Me, Bottle

Woke up in the dead of the night,

The pain too much to bear, the blood warm

My body soaked, hair wet, the pillow stained

All I could hear was nothingness

All I could see was dark shadow.

A human like shadow lurked

I crept out of my bed, shaking 

A slap on my face, a cry could not come

I stood stunned, blood dripping

Then the dripping sound, silence.

Blood soaked where I stood

The ground sodden, the pain hard to bear

My body getting nub, still I stood

The ghost was taking shape

I stared, my tears dry.

Face to face with a ghost, I shook

The left ear was missing, cut

One huge eye, I could see

The arms full fur nails six inches I guess

My throat was the target, I saw

The scary being, not a ghost but me, a bottle

Dreaming… again.

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