New Prose Poetry: “I am Assaulted.” by Larry Thacker

In constant struggle with some barely met demon-god’s angels, just over my shoulders, along the path of my spine, hovering near my ears, observing every thought, watching my faulty movements, keeping time on a watch I hear ticking but have yet to find hidden among my debris. Counting breaths. Whispering their dreaded counting of days. … Continue reading New Prose Poetry: “I am Assaulted.” by Larry Thacker