My demons are disguised
Dressed to the nines in flowing gowns and silk suits.
They move with the grace of immortals
Lithe and predatory in every step
Like tigers in the moments they’re about to strike.
They drag taloned fingers down my cheek
Wiping away my tears
And drawing blood.
Charm and seduction in every smile
I cannot help but be drawn to them.
They beckon me closer
Whispering poison into my ear
Tricks and lies
I can’t tell them to stop.
They hold me down
Drowning in the very air that keeps me alive.
My lungs fill with oil
Thick and black
Ignited by the spark forced down my throat
Passed to me from their lips
Choking on tongues laced with spite
Set aflame by my own self-hatred.