I hear the clicking sounds
The reloading of a gun I do not own
I feel the weight of the object on my hands
And the mountains I climbed crushing my soul
My fingers dig deep into the skin,
Trying to find the demons that hide within
I entrust my secrets to them
Enough to confide my fears that I keep
They listen but their lips stretch wider into smiles,
Their embraces are welcoming,
But they leave me with marks and open veins
"I'll take care of you, you'll be fine", they lied
They kiss me with their razor blade mouths
I give in, trying to let them into my secured mind
I strip my clothes, almost like a salutation
They accept me with a bouquet of lilies,
And patches of unsewn skin
My body, my arms, my thighs are exposed

The next thing I know,
I am left with trails of fresh crimson,
And my life dripping into the mouths of my demons
Feeding the core and the blackhole I am engulfed in

n.j.