Our Second Home

He knew that she would leave the light on for him

Suppose that it was possible that she forgot this night

Only the crescent moon dragged its way across the dirt path he walked on

And as he closed his eyes, his mind began to drift away

This time was the only time he was able to cover her mouth as he ripped apart her chest with his nails

Her screams soaked his hand with with spit and blood

As she fell to the floor, he walked away with joy