I hope I'm a phantom
that haunts your room at night,
my image burned into the back of your eyelids
so you see me every time your eyes shut.
I want to be the feeling you get
when something moves in your closet at 3am,
that drop of the stomach, that tensing of muscles.
I hope the sound of my name
creeps up your spine
like thousands of ants
on a log.
I pray when you're in church,
the regret of me
causes sweat to pool
on the back of your neck.
I hope you feel the weight of the eyes
of the other sinners around you,
your heart beat-beating in time
to your guilty footsteps
as you make your way to communion.
I intend to be
that startles you awake.
I strive to be
the dark shadow
that leaks into your dreams.
You've done your damage to my heart.
My mind. My body. My soul.
it's your turn.
Sometimes, ya just gotta let the emotions out.