pre-facto I
Blindness.
Her sanctuary.
He comes in…
again.
Minute for minute.
Day for day.
He’s there…
stalking her mind.
The reality looms.
as he enters his castle.
Judge. Jury. Executioner.
He puts her up…
hangs her down…
welcomes her to hell.
His own private manifestation.
This isn’t happening.
Yes it is
It won’t stop.
Once again.
welcome to LIFE.
as he makes it.