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Dec 2018
My demons stir,
a light that bleeds
through a *****,
and they are alive
once more, to torment
my every waking thought,

the threads of time
align against me,
stitching together to form
one shuddering roar
from within,

my honey trap of memories
are theirs to flick through,
to select at random which
one they want to play,

I am Godless in a faith filled world,
a host for a sinning parasite,
that wraps me up in curses
and black magic, killing me
with shame and self disgust
that's palpable to the touch,

I have danced with the Devil tonight
Emma Elisabeth Wood
Written by
Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
   Rich Hues
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