SALVE FOR the PSYCHE

Cerebral ventricles capitulate in the face of fatigue. At night I am judged by executioners from the shadows who stalk me. At dawn demons hold my head upright. Our symbiosis is lethal, and I can't kill them inside me. That would be suicide indeed. /it's getting dark/ The night surrendered to me. corrosive eyelid rains destroy the skin, on my body are written the names of the victims of my internal wars. I am a woman of principle, but you should be afraid of them. You only served me pain, along with the pain, you also served me a salve, so that tomorrow your conscience doesn't burn you alive, but every diagnosis wakes up my inner fires and I burn from the inside, the verdict on the paper which you bequeathed to me. Do you have a salve for that too?