Hunter

Pulling the forest green sweatshirt over my head.
'I swear I felt it'. I complain to myself.
I know I felt it. I fought with myself.
Pushing, punching, kicking.
The hands which roamed over me.

But whenever I open my eyes.
No one is there. I am alone.
'I'm going mad', I whisper.
'Utterly mad'.

Cold shivers run down my back.
'You are dear. You are'.
I internally curse myself for putting my guard down.
As this beautiful creature comes towards me.
Hunter.
Let me tell you about Hunter.

She's inside of my head. Constantly.
She drives me mad with her wicked soul.
She is apart of me, which I do not want.
I am her prey. The weak sparrow.

'Now, Now', she says coming towards me.
My blood runs cold.
Yet again I feel the hands poking me.
The hands are her.
Shes in clear view.

'Mad, you are. With me or without'.
How I yearn for a day where she doesn't bother me.
She doesn't probe my brain.
Evil thoughts and wicked visions.

She smiles and laughs.
'Without me; there would be no beautiful words;
flowing from those beautiful fingertips.
Forming in that beautiful mind.'
She brings me eye level with her.
'Without me there would be no Sparrow'.