Name your demons
in the darkest part of the night,
those fleeting seconds before
dawn comes barging in,
her rosy fingers prying the curtains
open, like a child at a birthday party,
opening presents that aren't his,
jealous of what's inside
without even shaking the box,
ripping the hinges off
Pandora
just as the light creeps in,
you and your demons
(what are their names?)
snuggled, spooned
like lovers. Aren't you?
You embrace each other
with the abandon
of those who've lost
everything
except each other.
Devoted devastation
whispering delicious lies,
voicing vows,
the broken shards of yesterday's
love that wasn't good enough
cutting into your clutching hands,
lacerating palms, filleting fingers
down to the bone.
Name your demons, darling.
You've thrown away
everything else
that ever knew your heart.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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