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.

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