Baylee

Demonic

Demonic.

You contain me

You shrink my human form

to fit just inside the palm

of your well-calloused hands

 

Hands that have not experience

nor desire to destroy

But hands that wish for control;

wish to own my very being

 

So you hold me up to the light,

dangling me solely by my long, twisted braid

Stick me under a magnifying glass

and only when your eyes,

so very close to mine,

examine me from afar

Do I see the demons dancing,

frolicing

in and out of your dilated pupils

 

No longer are the familiar

warm and kind brown

of which I am accustomed

 

But now I feel

the black mist of your gaze

seeping from your eyes,

swirling around my face,

caressing my cheek

as I lean towards its touch

 

Never could I ever

exorcise the demon from you

for being vulnerable is my favorite thing

When I know my heart

shall never be crushed

 

Just inside the palm

of your well-calloused hands.

 



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