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The Loud Whooshing
A loud whooshing came quickly upon me
I did not have to turn to know he was there
He has been able to invade my body since I was little
I had not seen him for years, but recognized him instantly.
My hands began itching to put themselves around another throat.
I have not had the urge to kill for many seasons, yet here she was.
Back in my gray matter, insistent and persistent.
I telephoned my closest friend to come over for a visit.
If I am going to murder again, it must at least be someone I like.
It feels better after a kill if I know what I have completely squelched.
I heard the demon laughing, right before I blacked out.
I feel relieved to not know what my hands do during these kills.
It is bad enough when the demon wakes me to clean up the mess.
“I’ll be right over,” my friend said, not realizing to whom she was speaking.
Copyright ©
Caren Krutsinger
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