I have come to
learn that some
Demons aren’t meant
to be faced and beaten.
some of them are
there to keep the void
interesting,
and their strange grip
of love can be mistaken for
suffocation.
the demons I cannot kill,
I have learned
to befriend,
to enjoy the
symbiotic chaos,
they know who I am
when the lights go out
and the darkness
swirls around me like
smoke from
a favored cigarette,
and I fear no vulnerability,
we are one.