The walls are splattered with blood.My bloodmy husband’s bloodtoo much blood spilled tonight.Grey ghosts we call them, orWhite walkersNew arrivals, pale, nearly invisible, evil A gentle snore,maybe human or canineNot loud enough to keep me awakeI begin to dose offNervous system spiked alertby the spine chilling zzzz in my earSmack, smack with a back hand whack onto … Continue reading The Walls Are Splattered With Blood