Chasing Monsters
It’s hard you know,
this chasing monsters in the dark.
Angels jump out of you, flicker awhile,
you see them, but you keep going.
Around a next corner there is a weapon.
it’s a terrible thing with two edges -
it cuts down as it strikes back at you.
You chase on,
no thing Iron-wrought with fear helps
You want to lash out,
but they charge in far too fast,
and they all have your face.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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