Reshape
I used to let the
demon of me
back me into corners—
deafening confessional sobs
with looming lies—
I used to let delusions
foreshadow my fate—
fear-driven claws
take
take
take.
Now I reshape my devil—
I bewitch horror
into lanterns
of fire made
from its very
teeth.
4.13.26
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