It’s the nightmares
that have become the worst.
Waking up, sweating
and alone.
You haunt me
in light and dark.
No way, to be free
of you.
Last night,
in nocturnal delirium
I cut you into pieces
as you laughed.
No blood
seeped from your wounds.
Arms and legs,
torn from your body,
until nothing remained
but the heartless cackle
of a mutilated effigy.