Alone and heavy hearted

dark gloom of night

demon cradles her face

in it’s hand

whispers;  you owe me.

lights from the street

slithers through the blinds

voices in her mind

says there’s no hope

She fades off again

coma of sorts

awaken soon to sweat

sliding down her neck

opens the drawer

that contains a knife

when …someone knocks at the door.

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