My Demon, John
by Kelsey Cooley
Last night, I saw a man in my room.
He was waiting at the door—
I saw him wave at me.
I waved back.
I stared at him until my eyes were covered in spots. When I blinked them away,
he was gone, and in my dreams, I saw him again. He said his name was John.
We went walking in the dark—creeping through the fog
when we happened upon a tree, whose sap was black as tar.
I began to climb until John told me when I reached the top,
I would see my death and that I must pay with my soul.
He hoisted me up to the top, where I saw a bullet enter my skull—and just like that,
I fell back into bed, and there was good ole John, holding a gun up to my head.
Kelsey Cooley is a student pursuing a degree in Creative Writing at the University of North Texas. She is a short-story author and poet. Her work has appeared in OTV Magazine, Heroin Chic, and The Immix.