
Photo by Ivan Siarbolin: https://www.pexels.com/photo/sensual-male-with-dramatic-black-body-art-3841954/
People filed out of a solitary room, quietly looking the other way.
I was amongst them, not to be quiet but challenge the devil.
The devil had unlimited throwing knives.
I was given a solitary meat slicer blade.
The duel began. He threw his vanishing knives.
I threw my meat slicer blade and it hovered on his shoulder.
We both laughed and then shared a cold-cut sandwich.
The first three lines in this poem were in a dream I had. I woke up right after 2:30 in the morning and wrote this poem. I really like how sometimes words unfold in my mind and I just write them down.
*This is definitely not AI-generated. Originally written and published Sept 2022.

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