Little demon who sits in my soul,
You are not welcome anymore
For my heart is not
A room to play in.
I’m reclaiming the space above,
The attic in my mind.
A space you know well
Because
you’ve inhabited it
For some time.
You are no longer allowed
A front row seat
To my fears
and
my vulnerabilities.
You have taken advantage
Of that luxury.
Little demon,
Sitting pretty in pink.
You no longer have control
Over me.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
Little demon who sits in my soul,
You are not welcome anymore
For my heart is not
A room to play in.
I’m reclaiming the space above,
The attic in my mind.
A space you know well
Because
you’ve inhabited it
For some time.
You are no longer allowed
A front row seat
To my fears
and
my vulnerabilities.
You have taken advantage
Of that luxury.
Little demon,
Sitting pretty in pink.
You no longer have control
Over me.
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