Shadow of Demons
Marygrace Buckner
I pick up the rope
I place in my head
Which holds the very thing
That feeds these demons
My brain
I shake
I tremble
I close my eyes
I take a deep breath
I breathe
I stand still
I open my eyes
I won't let the demons win
This is my life
Not theirs
I remove my head and smile
I go to the kitchen and hold on tight to my mother,
As if she was the only thing real in this world
I smile
Yes I can still hear the demon
But now they're just a shadow
A shadow of demons