Blackout
I can't see
who hunts me
invasion
a city lost
feet on paper
dare not move them
or to the underworld
I go
on furniture
plush
deep red
sexual acts carried out
to summon energy
not for pleasure
flesh crawls and calls
more
and they laugh
yet don't invite me to participate
underworld patient
I stand paused
Mephistopheles bides time
in a shadowed corner
invasion
I have no voice
blackout
Poetry©Words Among Trees
Image - Pixabay - free domain
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