It's Still Life

II.

Cold Dark

He says
I’m this, and I’m this,
and he’s pointing at 2 words
he just wrote on the back
of his hand, as if tattooing
his character within his reach,
as if conjugating his persona.

It’s a peculiar moment —
leaves me dumped upside down.
Leaves me wondering about monsters
lurking in closets.
This one’s a black-clad nightmare
that could rip off your roof.
A hurricane that never makes land.
Sometimes my nightmares
are too black and white.

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