Mr. Air

Mr. Air is everywhere; beware beware.

He’s not smoke.

He’s air.

 

With every motion,

He glides.

He floats.

He drifts.

Slow in movement,

Paralyzing in sight.

His feet shuffle the ground

Without making sound,

Without touching ground.

A trench coat

Whips behind him.

Silent,

As the wind sweeps

Through it.

Air

Never touches air.

 

Eyes open

To a reflection.

A mirror.

Your face covers

The glass.

You blink,

He’s there.

Over your left shoulder.

You blink,

He’s gone.

You turn,

He’s there,

Staring…

Staring…

Paralyzing…

Immobile…

Hovering…

You blink,

He’s gone.

You turn,

He’s gone.

You blink,

He’s smirking

Over your right

Shoulder.

Don’t blink�"

He disappears

In air

As he lunges

For your neck,

Wind eroding

From his grasping

Hands,

Sculpting

Air

With air.

And just before

His blackening fingers

Clamp your throat,

They disappear;

An invisible barrier

That you know isn’t truly there.

A wind brushes

Your face,

Infested

With thought�"

Hello sweetheart;

Don’t mind me.

I’ll stop by again.

Soon.

Miss you sweetheart.

(The sense

Of a wink,

And a brisk

Flick of the tongue

Against black lips.)

Shudder.

And, yes,

It was the wind.

 

You lie in bed.

Toss and

Turn.

Nightmares parade

Your fitful streets

Where even the

Streetlights

Don’t seem to work properly.

You turn over,

Arms in a

Gaping wingspan,

Legs spread.

Your eyes

Fly open�"

And he’s inches

Directly above you.

Inches away from your

Body…

Centimeters away from your

Face…

Nose

Touching nose.

You can’t breathe,

The smell of

Pure oxygen

Clogs the airways,

Silently choking.

You stare into…

Nothing.

Not even black is this dark,

Nothing is this colorless.

You’re blind to the world.

Except for him.

He places his hands

On your hips,

Extending from a

Silent-flapping trench coat.

His black lips twitch

In mischeiviosity,

And a fresh burning of

Thoughts

Freshens your mind.

Now, sweetheart,

You won’t make me hurt you,

Will you?

You don’t need to resist.

You want this…

Oh, do you want this.

You can’t move.

Paralysis.

Complete paralysis.

His coat stops flapping.

He lands on top of you,

His weight

Crushing into yours,

Seeping into the mattress.

Get ready sweetheart.

His hands search

Your body.

His fingertips

Just barely caressing

Your skin.

You get goosebumps

As air almost

Floats your shirt

Off your chest.

He smirks,

Breathes in your face,

And crashes into you

As air.

Swirling around you,

Making sweat

Ice cold against

Your skin.

You shiver,

Again,

From the air

As your body

Unwillingly

And unobjectively

Scrunches�"

Knees touch the

Infected nose.

Silent tears

Rock you to sleep.

 

You wake up.

Suddenly alert,

Dreading the worst,

Know what’s happening.

You turn over,

His eyes

Lustfully gazing

Into yours.

He licks his lips

And touches your

Thigh.

Don’t worry sweetheart,

I’m here now.

He smiles.

Genuine projects

In his words,

But his eyes still have the

Lust of a wild

Animal.

His lips rub up against

Your cheek,

As if they’re examining them,

Memorizing them.

He stops on the corner

Of your mouth,

Leaves a drop of

Lust,

And spirals

Into air.

That one spot,

Where his lips paused

For seconds longer,

Is where you

Are the coldest.

You shiver.

Yes,

It’s from the wind.

 

You see him.

In mirrors,

Above your sleepless body,

Beside your cowering body.

Every fall wind

Sends uncontrollable shivers

Down your spine.

He always returns.

I’m back sweetheart.

I missed you

So much.

But,

The drifting,

Floating,

Gliding

Man

Cannot be banished

For you may

Never

Get rid of air.