Her demon was out of control,
The whispers had turned to screams,
Her destruction was imminent,
As the demons control grew she disappeared,
Just as she was almost gone,
Done fighting her demon took over,
The demon isolated her,
One day another demon entered her life,
A demon that was stronger than her demon,
This demon was like nothing she had ever seen before,
He was the king of the demons,
The king embraced her,
He swallowed her demon giving it a place to be itself,
As her demon calmed she fell for the king,
With him she could be herself and her demon,
They were two of a kind
About the Creator
Kristen Renee
Kristen Renee
Writer of poems, short stories, and soon a novel.
Six "Editor's Choice Awards" (1997-2011)
Published in the Library of Congress
Bachelor's Degree in English
Master's Degree in Business Administration
Collector of Books
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