as the smoke dances with the air modulating through reality

the murderous words of the wall

come seeping through

telling me something

i've been searching for

that i forgot long ago

there's a killer on the loose

shrill death rattle laugh

i've heard it before

& i hope i hear it again

he will make me

or he will break me

i searched through my personalities

tried to find the one he likes

before the killer strikes.

photograph: louis macdonald.