“The Hunger of the Dead” by A.J. Huffman


Screaming
flights of midnight.
Dropping
quickly
through pools
going nowhere.
I run backwards
over a dream
I was never meant to escape.
It is too perfect
            ly fit.
Matching my madness
edge to edge.
Like a mirror
bouncing red
around my head.
It is a haunting halo,
living to refuse
to let me forget.