Monsters

I spot your monsters lurking behind but, I am too busy chasing my own away. They encumber your every step as planes boom by on death hooks - your spirit lies flatly and is wailing with its arms and legs in the air. Imagine that! The black sky empties your demons like sour milk down the drain. They happily haunt you in your one dimensional nightmares lacking light - not even a small lit candle that you would adore like an unexpected gift. Your inescapable tsunami plagues your sight, your mind, even the feeling in your thin-skinned hands. You never weep. No, all of this mayhem has settled deeply into the marrow of your bones.