He wells up inside you.
Floods your tear ducts.
Spills out.
You don’t mean it.
But he’s in control.
Red devil’s horns
sprout out of your skull.
A pointed tail out your back.
He floods out of
your eyes.
Your mouth.
Aimed
at the ones you cherish
most.
It’s a fight
to get yourself
back.
Floods your tear ducts.
Spills out.
You don’t mean it.
But he’s in control.
Red devil’s horns
sprout out of your skull.
A pointed tail out your back.
He floods out of
your eyes.
Your mouth.
Aimed
at the ones you cherish
most.
It’s a fight
to get yourself
back.


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