Shadow Boxing

she dies
in pain
in fear
in rehearsal
over and over
before I even
get to the page
she dies

inside the fear
and pathology
of no remorse
inside the house of death
he kills
she dies

easy when they’re pieces of plot
markers in a tale of
terror and tragedy
but then they grow
walk breathe talk
they live

some say they don’t
that they’re not real
only perfect line
and perfect reply
imagined onto paper

I tempt the fates
invite the future
ride the risk to where
vengeance is pure
and I write
with headache
heartache and
ice cold thrill
until
he dies

I am dancing
with the dark side
I don’t care
who’s leading