Phantasm Melee
Four walls, one uninvited.
I’ll show you this picture,
maybe it’ll help. If it doesn’t,
then hold my promise, I will
never quit. A plain phantom
haunts this place. The loudest
shattering glass, unexplained
knocking, deep scratches.
Objects vanish, eventually
I find them, nowhere near
where I left them. I’ve been
calling him my Boogeyman.
It all collects and blends.
I know my body is shrinking.
I’m losing confidence, tasting
stress. I met with my miniature
round table, they advised I skip
a priest. We tried the ouija.
The paranormal activity only
increased. Manifestations,
threats, a feeling I can’t
describe. Paranoid dread.
Mental toolbox rusting. My
tormentor is rope and a boning
knife. I’m mangoes and cherries.
I’m also strong legs. I love a hurdle.
I don’t remember not being scared.
Physical squeeze, magic leap.
I’ll face any monster. Forge my own
victory.