Haunting

again in the dark
i am standing in an elevator
with a woman from tv
the slow burn of recognition
hits my throat
we are in your building
we stop on your floor
my dread works miracles of physics
oxygen molecules disintegrate
my body is splitting atoms
in preparation
for mass destruction
you walk down the hall
your hair is longer
i press into the corner
i can never win
i am strapped with combustion
triggers ticking in my palms
like a trapped animal i turn
circles against the carpeted walls
frantic with panic
you walk in
(with some girl)
our eyes meet
i feel mine roll back as i explode
and when the cool pillow hits my cheek
i start with relief but my heart
is in a paper bag between my knees