Against the Odds
by NEISI RÖSLER
They are back
circling my palace
grabbing
my every step
placing sand
in my water
stones
in my pillow
reading my diaries
twisting every word
poisoning hope
birthing absurd
they will stay
for as long
as they please
forcing me on my knees
but this time
with whatever
strength left
I will not
invite them to dine with me