You say you do not believe.
That is a lie.
You pick up clawed hands
and bloodshot eyes,
planting those things
in your fertile brain.
Because all you have is
yourself.
And your soul’s tendons
are too weak to crush
the darkness.
I am no different than you.
I cannot close my eyes
quickly enough to escape
the shapes waiting
to drown me.
But I have more than myself.
That is why my steps are steady.
That is the reason
that jagged night
becomes velvet.
The Spirit within me
makes those other spirits beg,
“Have mercy.”
If the ghosts are gone,
then what of men?
What of those that
truly can use piercing edges
and flying circles?
I do not deny the reality
of real-life monsters,
who have grown out of humans.
To them I say,
use your weapons,
your bombs,
your words.
Those will only
bring me back
to my Protector.
Today, I will live
with light in my irises,
For I do not face you
alone.
This is my favorite, probably because I know the backstory. Nice job!
Thanks so much!