Unpunctuated

I’m alone but it’s neither loneliness norsolitudethose shadows dance around my handsscream in my earscall it sarcasm or criticismthey cross boundaries all the time I hit the air with a closed fistchop a tomato to see it bleedpromise the shadows a rendezvousdisguised as an animalcompressed as a virusempowered as a weaponto watch them writhe in … Continue reading Dancing Demons