Visceral Demons


What a visceral demon!

He steals across a window’s view.

To rob those listening…blind.

Leaving an illness.

Frank with expression but few words left to define.

I have not seen this renaissance monster.

In quite sometime.imageedit_86_8489258754

Still he always keeps my lover in mind.

For the quieted voices, tucked in a far off place.

For the distant look upon her face.

The monster comes with a gloved hand.

Gesturing away all notions of sympathy.

And, in unguarded moments…redefines true misery.

The kind of which, you cannot touch or see.

 

 

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