the intruder
Ron Torrence
on the beach one day
i passed a memory
lying in the sand
I gave its jagged
teeth a wide berth
but it lept at my ankle
after awhile only a
small scab was left
of a gash to the bone
until I realized
an infection had
seeped into my brain
bad dreams
vague anxieties
unwanted thoughts
stowaways on peaceful
moments burrowing to
forbidden places
like a path of
gateways each
darker than before
plunging into the center,
a bubbling cauldron
of white heat
the origin of terror
everlasting sin
abandonment
death
yet
crossing this singularity
into the soul’s black hole is
the pathway to enlightenment
AUTHOR BIO
Ron Torrence published his first short story at age 50 and his first poem at age 80. Even so, his fiction, non-fiction and poetry are widely published.

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