Nine o' Three

You decide the ending

Nine o’three

I watch you in curiosity

as steam ascends

 from the fresh blood around my eyes

the snow forms a hazed silhouette

around me in your back yard

I stare at the illuminating beacon

emitting  from your bedroom

It’s midnight

and the laptop’s glare

makes me uneasy

I wish you didn’t lock your windows

every night at nine o’ three

You had another nightmare

I can sense it

you turn on the Tv

then turn it off as usual

you’ll repeat this cycle

as you always do

about three times

it’s alright my love

face the wall and drift off

I wish you didn’t lock your windows

every night at nine o’ three

I’m now at your window as usual

its roughly around one

the snow continues to cascade

on my singed fur

my eyes still continue to melt

into blood

daggers for teeth

and barbed wire for claws

you have quite a silly imagination

for you created me from

the product of fear and faith

I wish you didn’t lock your windows

every night at nine o’ three

I noticed something

peculiar about this night

your bathroom window is not locked

how unfortunate

you hear a shuffle and sit in silence

listening

you reach for your remote

but it’s gone

in a slow movement

you reach for your laptop

but it’s dead

you never turned it off

flicker the light on and off

but nothing happens

finally

you run to the window

in a last stitch effort

The locks are frozen over.

I’m glad you lock your windows

every night  at nine o’ three..