Nightime

Slink into my room late at night and haunt me.
Terrors, not nightmares. Make me dream in blue shades and wake up trying to strangle you out of my life, only to find myself clutching my own throat. I can feel you, hear you breathing. I can taste you too, sweet poison souring my mouth.
Tonight you wrap your arms around me, gently squeezing me into a death grip. Whisper lies into my ear, lies that slither through my brain and around my head until they end up spilling out of my own lips.
GOODBYE
I scream, trying to believe that this will have any effect at all.
And you are still there, still there, still there.
Dream
you whisper
Dream of me, dream of us, dream....
horror.