Why do you haunt my dreams?
Every dream I have you are there good or bad.
In the good you watch me from afar.
I can barely see you in my peripheral vision and when I try to catch you in my line of sight you disappear as if you were never there. But I know.
In the bad you are always there always taunting me. Sometimes you chase me, sneak up behind me and tear me apart.
Other times you relish in standing before me.
I don’t know who you are but you always look the same.
You are not much taller than me all in black, trousers, and coat save a small white rose on your lapel.
You wear a hat your hair is long.
You have no face,.
You have the smallest pinpricks for eyes and in the bad dreams your eyes meet mine from an inch away and you scream, the loudest, shrieking most unsettling noise I have ever heard.
At other times no sound comes out at all, a screaming mime
At other times there is more than one of you but you are all the same, like I am trapped in a maze of mirrors.
You have no face you have no face.
