in a daze

it happens to me frequently

through the sound of a loud,

awkward screech

a fork or spoon would drop

monsters would knock on the door

three times, throw it back

then it was the devil's hour

all silent, in our home it was

the closets opened, brought

forth out the skeletons

the curtains flew, hugged me

the floor now chilled, freezing,

numbing slowly, 

totally still in time

i am alone

scared, needed somebody else to be with

so to the kitchen table i ran

picked up the utensils

one fork

a couple of spoons

to the floor, i dropped it one-by-one

not by accident this time

no - this time, i'm calling something back

this time, i want the monster

silence answers

a silence so thick it presses on the throat

minutes pass

or hours

maybe days

and then-

three knocks again

but louder this time

too real

the door opens

there are red lights dancing

like devils with sirens in their throats

blue uniforms, blinding flash

"what have i done, sir?"

i am crying

but it feels like the crying started hours ago

like i was born with it already in my lungs

why am i bleeding?

i ask the question 

but i don't remember asking

there is silverware scattered on the kitchen floor

the walls are humming

too real, it must've been true

my hands are empty

but something was here 

something came

and now i don't know

if it left through the door

or if it walked out wearing me