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.