Do Not Look Under the Bed, There Is Where the Past Hides Its Nightmares
People usually laugh
when they hear I am afraid of demons.
Well, if theirs left along with childhood,
or never existed,
good for them.
Mine still follow me
everywhere I go.
I am as scared of those noises
as I were as a little girl.
Can’t you really see the claws on my throat ?
People usually laugh
when they hear I am afraid of demons.
I usually cry no one hears what I am saying.
Fear has big eyes,
so do I…
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2014
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