it seeps in through the cracks above her veins
hate
is not a strong enough word
for the demon that lives inside her chest
the days when it dissipates
her eyes will not turn blind
but will remain wide, waiting
for the demon that lives in her chest
is lingering
and the moment she find comfort
solace
the demon will expand,
engulfing pars of her she believed she loved
a stranger in her own body
but so familiar with the parts of herself she despises