Shadow Visitor

Death sits docilely, patiently vigilant of me Waits wordless on a weighted vinyl chair, visits the restroom, holds coffee Is this love? People are strange, faith say Death is stranger Registering unpopularity, scenting my intolerance, Death camouflages If necessary, a tactful exit in obedient apologetics Never without intent of slippery silent reentry A crack will breach captain’s quarters - Fact to accept, no debate or sorrow - Eyes spiral hypnotized into the spinning reels of an abysmal house production Death’s traceless breath engulfs my ear Sickly prickles rise explosively, indignantly fighting violation Systematic systemic blackout, stun, TKO Ancient insistent presence, get out of me! Hear clearly “No!” Snapping spasm resets horizon “A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours” A rush of blood covering consciousness in chaos A push to continuously reorient up A push to keep a grip on the ship A push to outlast, stand alone again, recollect control Reactivate dreaming, roots to foliage Our dance is reset Unshakable, again Why? Why do you want to take me so badly? I cannot be killed, I cannot be consumed You will always be covertly waiting You will never win