Dark Captive

by Corey Habbas

I syncopate 
into their crazy panting.  
Sum defamation, 
the same as breath derived from 
coffee settled in a fasting stomach, 
invigorates them as I 
waste into a villain’s chair.

My nerves 
roam for a new master 
in the lineup of a Rogues’ Gallery.  

Betrayal is the beacon of hearsay,  
when loyalty screams like 
a scared dreamer 
against my drum-beaten ears.
Behind the orchestra 
I become their flat 
shadow of 
no matter, 
a darker mass that 
they have trampled 
in their rush to 

They will 
occupy me, 
stuff me 
into unwashed jeans 
from their last crusade and 
take me to a pop-concert, 
bragging of my new 

Dark Captive by Corey Habbas

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