a writer and a serial killer ✔

The Writer

her head hurts

and today the words

are stuck in her throat

she wants to pull the blanket over her head

and just

give up?

she has to get up

there are people waiting for her at work

she has to get up

and call her mother

reassure her everything is ok

she should get up

and face the world

sometimes

she thinks to herself

i wish I could become a falling star

and be heartless

i want to just live

for those few desperate moments 

before I fall

she tells him this

in the early hours of the morning

when the dew drips grey and the rotted leaves blow raspy and quiet across the cement

he rakes her soul with his eyes

and asks her

but what happens if someone catches you?

then I guess

I would belong to them