Hunted

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

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