I fling false shadows

On walls,

Their tentacles scraping, burrowing

Down my spine

 

I camouflage and loot

Stories,

Their tails long cut off.

 

A thousand thin arms rise in vindication;

People done for, faces undone.

 

To disappear, I strive –

Into the sheer of their nights.

 

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