The Cozy Monotony of Our [Inter]Course A. J . Huffman

A. J. Huffman

The Cozy Monotony of Our [Inter]Course

I spot your eyes. And shudder. Now you see a million of me. Yet still I cannot breathe.

You reach out. Twice. And again. But we are shifty. All sin and skin and wings. Shoved into a light. Too bright. And sickly orange for your taste.

You manage to pin me to your wall. But another sets my self free. Until I have bruises all over my bodies. Night comes to bandage us. And whole again I find you are tired. Of this game. And lost to brighter shadows. Deeper. Darker. And less defined than my own.