i heard the door creaking,
i saw him.
there.
he clawed at the edge of my bed,
he said "isn't this what you wanted?"
i wrapped myself, ears covered,
razor-sharp nails roamed around my back,
inching, stabbing lightly.
"oh, don't you just dream of the day you lived on without me?"
my eyes twitching,
i felt like as if my tears have stopped,
eventhough it is still pouring out,
like an unhinged faucet.
he growled light,
gripping his claws around my neck now,
his breath, it reeks.
"i hated you."
scoffing, dead panned eyes,
"you don't hate me, you hated yourself."
what am i seeing,
is the reflection of myself.
i am my own, demon.
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RETROUVAILLES - POETRY
Poetrywords that i can't speak out loud but in poetry, i can.
