THESE DEMONS TASTE SO GOOD

I LOOKED AT MYSELF IN THE MIRROR

AND LIKEd THE WAY GRIEF SAT UNDER MY EYES

THE WAY THE GREEN SHEATH OF MY MIDNIGHT DANCES WITH THE DEVIL SPARKLES

WHILE COMATOSE LIGAMENTS MIMIC THE CREAK

OF AN OLD WOODEN PORCH SWING

THESE DEMONS TASTE SO GOOD

TRACING THE LINING OF MY SKIN

THEY NEED NO INTRODUCTION

THEY WERE HERE FIRST

PAIN IS MY SECRET LOVER

AND I DO NOT KNOW A DEEPER PAIN

YOU KEEP YOUR FINGER NAILS LONG

WHILE MINE ACHE AND OOZE

BECAUSE MY LIMBS KEEP THE SCORE

OF A STATUTE

PAST ITS DUE DATE

WE FIT SO WELL