The demons
Hover
Just outside my
Peripheral
Vision
They lie
In slinking wait
For the slip
Of my eye
Or the move of
My head
To attack my hands
And force
Them to do
Things I wanted
To do
Anyway
Then they flit away
To
Tattle on me
To my parents
Tell them
Secrets
About my hips
She bruised them
She hurt them
She
Is
Crazy
They drift
Back to me
Wide and
Wicked smiles
Spread across
Their
Gruesome faces
And they hover
Just outside
My little
Circle of
Light
Which isn't
Much anymore
Because they
Know how to
*****
It
Out
She is worthless
She is alone
She
Is
*Crazy