A demon stands on my shoulders, weight like a second spine, knees hooked over my collarbones, breathing slow against my neck.
It doesn’t speak. It doesn’t need to. Its silence is the heaviest thing I’ve ever carried.
Some nights I try to shrug it off, roll my shoulders, crack my neck, but it only settles deeper, like it was grown there.
I used to think it was a curse. Now I think it’s just a passenger that learned my routes before I did.
It knows which doors I won’t open. It knows which ones I will.
And when I finally fall asleep, it climbs down, quiet as a shadow, and sits beside my bed like a dog that never learned to leave.
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ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Creepy but a good analogy just the same
Some days are creepier than others… thank you
You are very welcome William
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