Knife Fight With The Devil

People filed out of a solitary room, quietly looking the other way.

I was amongst them, not to be quiet but challenge the devil.

The devil had unlimited throwing knives.

I was given a solitary meat slicer blade.

The duel began. He threw his vanishing knives.

I threw my meat slicer blade and it hovered on his shoulder.

We both laughed and then shared a cold-cut sandwich.

The first three lines in this poem were in a dream I had. I woke up right after 2:30 in the morning and wrote this poem. I really like how sometimes words unfold in my mind and I just write them down.

*This is definitely not AI-generated. Originally written and published Sept 2022.