familiar hurt.
our demons are our downfall.
By Kathleen ToomeyPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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familiar demon at my door,
you torment me, yet ask for more
and I know what you came here for.
you crave the pain that I adore.
a creaking hinge- I let you in.
the roaring flames begin to swim
around my head, and I, again,
am lost and start to play with them.
blisters form; begin to burst
but we both know you've hurt me worse
the kind of pain that's like a curse
breathe in the smoke, and bleed remorse.
your gentle touch against my skin,
enough to cause the flames to thin
enough to break me down within.
so slide the rope beneath my chin.
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Kathleen Toomey
I love to write and connect with other writers. <3
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