we have
a pair
of demons
that constantly
cover our
eyes and
rip open
our chests.
they wrap
us up
in chains
and yank
on our
throats. we
are always
in a
duet with
our devils,
and they
know every
step. we
trip and
fall, but
i will
not hide.

my devils'
duet will
not be
my death.

i will
not let
them push
me. i
will not
fall down.

the duet
is over.

i win.