Am I The Only One?

By Meeah Williams

Imagining that two crazy,
evil micro trolls
have crept inside your head
& their demented conversation
are all your thoughts.

Nodding to fire hydrants
on your walk to work
because they seem like shorter,
sturdier, more dependable versions
of the people you'll meet
when you get there.

When you look at your hands
you can easily picture them
holding a murder weapon.

When you look at your hands
you can easily picture them
around your own throat.

Meeah Williams (is a writer and artist from Seattle. She has work in Uut, X-R-A-Y Lit, Otoliths, ExPat, Philosophical Idiot and a lot of other places.)

2 Poems

FORWARD-DOWN-FORWARD-HIGH PUNCH

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