TROLLS


Like the night sounds that sometimes
startle me into waking,
their words erupt from polite conversation
unexpectedly threatening.

Communication is suddenly hemmed
with the ragged edges of dissonance,
disembarking insensitive sentences,
bleeding discord into shared space.

As if it was a victory to startle us,
the objects of their distress, into silence;
or at the least nullify imagined accusations,
by uncovering ire.

In either case the secret,
is to awaken,
transforming monsters back
into harmless noises in the dark.

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