Demon


It's 4AM
don't turn off the lights
the ghost doesn't frighten me
it's the demon.
My cheeks are wet and
I'm trembling under
the sheets
it seems hard
to breathe but
I won't dare to come out of the quilt
my skin would wake him up
no , the demon's not here
it's the scratches all
over
my body
reminding me of him
again and again
I go to mama,
don't wanna wake her up
so i go back under my sheets.
I know the demons are outside
I feel sad for my fellow
girls who aren't safe
in this filthy world.

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