What died inside of me and comes alive in darkness
I fear the most as through its eyes
I saw the curtains be tormented faces,
the child died in my arms
when it did not that time, the cutting knife.
It’s memories of waiting in a place of mud,
a blanket all around me and a mother figure,
but I have never been there
still I feel and smell the nearness of our death,
more real than I could have imagined.
Although I think that chemicals have killed the demon,
the therapist who yawned a lot
extorted it with reason, I know it’s there.
Its offspring waits.
It can not be aborted. It got eternal life.