a poem to my elementary demons

A Poem by porcelaindoll

childhood bullies make the monsters underneath my bed seem like guardian angles

if hell was a playground id be the kid stuck to the swing set like superglue

jump on the merry go round, give a kiss goodbye to your mothers assuring her that you will play nice and not dig out the other kids hearts with your claws

perpetually swing and don't pay any mind to the kid being eaten alive by the preschool teachers
getting a taste for the innocence buried in the flesh deep down under your parents cigarette ashes.

perpetually swing and don't pay any mind to the little girl being picked apart by words with knives for teeth

call me a monster and ill show u exactly what sort of a monster i can be
ill tear open your insides with my own ribs, ill crush your skull with iron jaws, ill break every one of your bones and make you feel how i did 8 years ago when you poisoned me with the venom dripping from your tongue

bc hells children are bloodthirsty for their memories back

my white church dress is stained with your blood and guts while my hair ribbon is soaked with your screams

and personally i think you're much prettier this way, lifeless and rotting,

bc your mary janes and honey blonde curls aren't worth anything in hell sweetheart, so lace up your lips and don't disturb the devil while he's sleeping...

ill be taking my place in heaven while your corpse drags along the bottom of the river Styx

bc my devils horns are burning from the holy water in my tear ducts and i can't breathe the air of demons

even my flesh is glowing from the shadows building up inside me and we all know that devils have no light

so sow your eyes with string and tame the purity inside of you
bc your "angel wings" are covered in glue and chicken feathers and i don't think i know anything better than a demon in disguise