by Mohamed Khalifa
I hang off the roof of your residence,
I hang off the roof of your residence and dangle your terrified shaken pride while hysterical with laughter.
I cocoon myself in the……..Left top corner of your bedroom ceiling, meticulously watching your every move.
Calculating your every step I blossom in the glory of being unknown to you and marvel in playing God.
You are my religion, so I study you from your contradictions to your mannerisms.
And though it may seem arrogant for me to conceal my true identity, it all stems from my fear of piercing your sacred aura.
Cue the retreat.
The dark abyss welcomes me with open arms. These uncharted waters we both refuse to cross.
The silhouettes of who we once were shake their heads in dispair.
Always waiting, know that you’ll always test my impatience.
The retreat is second nature.
So I nestle myself into this homely cocoon of self-righteousness on the dark side of the moon because the familiarity is easy.
But familiarity is only for the afraid.
I watch on from the corner of your bedroom ceiling humming sinister jingles.
Watching your demons swarm around you, I refuse to intervene.
Omnipresence is the unattainable objective.
I’m there, you just don’t see me. Last night I turned off your TV.