there's a demon trapped inside my head
and it screams loud enough to wake the dead.
he howls out, begging to be freed
but i cannot give in to his sorrowful plea
because at the end of the day,
i know his true purpose is to excruciate me.
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deflorationis
Poetryan anthology of short fictional stories that came from the darkest caverns of my mind, or perhaps were inspired by the sunniest of days. © Moonlitsadness, 2015
