Invasion

Cigarette smoke slithers inside my earlobe.
 He says, 'I know you're afraid.'
Blood pools between my lips and down my thighs.
I refuse to give him a reply.
Escape is a matter of mind.
He won't exist outside my acknowledgement.
But it's too late.
He is toxic like nuclear waste.
Like a syringe stabbed into my arm,

he invades my veins.
He is everywhere.
And I am driven out of my body.
An out of body experience.
I'm floating, intangible.
My screams can't be heard.
My pain can't be felt.
Invisible.
Silent victim.