It's just that amber light splashed off glass walls and
dripping in your eyes and
swimming 'round
crying out
flailing
drowning.
It's just shadows piled knee-high and thick as gravy and
sloshing down the streets and
eating through
gravel.
It's just echos
regurgitated
mis-translated and
broadcast
live.
It's just paranoia baby.
It's got nothing on us.

Love,
the dead minotaur