| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| Demons I have demons that slip down tree branches quietly whispering.... I have demons that crawl in cardboard boxes scratching.... I have demons that crouch in my bedroom corners.... I have demons that dance around my fingers and grab my wrists.... I have demons that roll on patches of grass above graves.... I have demons that hand me tall glasses full of beer.... I have demons that taught me lessons about fearing angels.... I have demons that cover my mouth and starve me.... I have demons that touch my breasts when I'm asleep.... I have demons that turn keys and drop veils.... I have demons that close my eyes and kiss me.... I have demons that wander through cornfields and bury me.... I have demons that come out of the ceiling.... I have demons that are fire and make me breathe them.... I have demons that cry behind closed doors.... I have demons that pass me in hallways indifferent.... I have demons that turn on lights and cover stars.... I have demons that break glass and cut my arms.... I have demons that play slow music on pianos.... I have demons that paint thick red on my thighs.... I have demons that tap my shoulder and take my picture.... I have demons that curse and hold up fists.... I have demons that hold my hand and turn on showers.... I have demons that call me mother.... I have demons that smile and swallow pills.... I have demons that put their weight on clock hands.... I have demons that wear lace and gold.... I have demons that I touch and demons that I leave alone. |
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