Cruel Demon
Cruel and
Full of hatred
She stalks me
Like a demon
In the witching hour
Always here,
Always taunting me
Never able to release
Her hold
Spreading rumors,
Lies,
Playing victim in
Her head
She yearns for
Attention, and
Control,
A narcissistic enemy
She prowls
Angry,
Releasing hate
As I fight to
Disengage her
Claws from my soul
Sucking the life
Out of me
Little by little
Until I’m no more
I fear
Distance alone
Will not
Remove her hatred
For I have
The one thing she
Wants above all…
Her offspring
Copyright © Sarah Stein | Year Posted 2022
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