After Midnight

the Shark Bites

A voice intrudes

the darkness spites

With every thought

death confirming it’s there

Denied in this moment

but a presence now shared

In the early morning hours

a raw voice

woke up inside me

At its own pace, and delivering

in paired lines,

it forced itself onto the page

The words it spoke inside my

head, as couplets, came alive

and danced

To a music, only the early

morning hours

could play