blood-soaked forearm-twisted
fire eyes flashing canines
grim mace grimace
voices in the night
heart pounding panic
settling down to uneasy waiting
years of silence
checking the toilet
in and behind
it’s done that way
dark mutterings in ear sight
talking aloud to the demons
in the dark
promising to find the crack
slip through and find towels
wide blade in the cardboard
heavy portentious
walking down the hall
then squinting in the sunshine
the coming of fear
trembling regret
and champagne
in the tuned garden
he will be gone for awhile

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