![]() A DemonA Poem by HeatherCan you feel that? It’s creeping through me; pounding, clawing Its way up my stomach into my chest. It rages about in a wild fashion and screeches in
frustration. It’s that voice again, can’t you hear it? Its chatter inside my brain - It slams against my skull and chortles impishly at my
displeasure. It’s me in there, except it’s not me but it is. Its voice, my voice, are one. It yanks out all my insecurities and drags them into view. It’s all consuming - to be rid of it! Its life cleaved from my own, It dies and leaves me. Then what should I be left with but loneliness? Maybe there’s one in you, too. © 2018 HeatherReviews
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