Tracing SteamA Poem by Anna
Demons don't come to me
on dark and stormy nights,
they don't haunt me in my dreams or whisper in my ear. They don't stare me down from dimly lit street corners, they don't call me names out the corners of my eye. They don't lurk inside my closet or slink in the attic, they don't howl with the wind or relish in the thunder. Demons don't come to me on dark and stormy nights; they quietly keep me company- tracing figures in the steam over my morning coffee. © 2017 Anna |
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