poetry by j matthew waters

breaking the chain

that’s just plain wrong
these dreams I’m witnessing
they do not belong to me
last I checked I’m not working
for any damn fool

and so here I find myself
playing detective again
night after bloody night
solving the whys & wherefores
of vampires & werewolves
working backwards
from the end to the beginning

everyone in this world
seems to know my name
repeating ad nauseum
you’re not welcome here

the feeling is more than mutual
I whisper beneath my breath
returning to a specific point
and standing tall

october two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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