Who said demons always had to be intimitating and scary?
My demon is my mom, telling me how dissapointed she is
in the grades I have been getting and how sometimes she wonders
if I'm ever going to turn out to be something great.
My demon is the classroom listening to me talk, whom I usually don't mind.
But when I talk alone I can feel their breaths on the back of my neck.
And eyes following every mistake that I make
My demon is my dog, who left me a little too early.
Whose final moments I have charred in my mind
which I still see when it's later than usually.
Those demons don't look scary,
they're open, warm and make your heart burts in joy.
That might be why they're all haunting.
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Ashes to ashes
PoetryA collection of short poems about being a teenager in the modern world, losing parts of yourself to others and loving some with every cell in your body, realizing that sometimes you change but that doesn't mean the world changes too.
