Dr.Nails

It's late,too late I already feel creeps down my spine, I already feel him, he's back in my mind. His breath,his steps,the warm air turning ice, his big white eyes that never shut. I feel him,his hands, going down my hips, pressing the nails inside my flesh,my skin,myself. I scream but he rips my throat, and yet I'm alive,I'm fine. He laughs and I freeze,his black smile turning whide. 'Funny this game.I wanna keep tryin'. my limbs apart and my skin the same, the pain I feel,so thoight but yet, it makes me feel safe. I cry,but it's funny, try to hold on but I start laughing, laughing for him,like him. the blood is gone,my skin back to place. And Nails is again far away. By Isurika Fester