Shadow Monster

Dearly Beloved,

we are gathered here

in the sight of the sun

to supposedly face our demons-

but I found

the best fights against

my hauntings were

in the moonlight,

on empty hollow street corners

with cigarette butts

still smoking

between the creases

of the cobblestones

and in the back alleys

of dirty pubs

where the trash cans

line the entrance to hell

and her hounds.

Teeth and blood,

bones that crack and show,

fists thrown wildly

into the night,

attacking my own

shadow monster

who did not give a damn

how much blood stains the concrete

and in the end,

as the morning meets my face,

it seems all I can do

is run

until the twilight falls again.