Our Demons are Lovers

Written by Lauryn Evans

I must admit

my demons are my closest friends. 

I don’t fear them how I once did —

they even sleep in my bed.

We wake to one another

our hearts beating as one.

We sing & we dance together. 

They are even there when we make love. 

I imagine that our demons are friends —

maybe they are lovers themselves. 

Believe me when I say they are enamoured with you too.

My demons & I laugh with flesh between our teeth

& sometimes I think they are the better part of me.

My demons are not my shadows

that follow me everywhere I go.

They are my ribs My lungs My throat.

They are me.  There is wholeness buried in that.

My demons are my closest friends

& they have hearts that beat just as truly as my own.


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