Monday, July 30, 2012

Insecurity



  
     

       This is my beautiful demon
       born inside the tenderest injury
       in silence she grew tentacles
       and little baby teeth  

       what she really is
       what she can do
       is excruciating

       the more I tug and scratch at her
       the deeper she’s digging in

       I can only hope she dies in her sleep





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