Remember a while ago,
when I was safe in your arms,
when I felt okay about me.
Before there was hurt,
before there was neglect.
Before you made me feel like everything I left.
There was a shared demon,
it passed from you,
into me, tainted.
I remmebe that still.
It lives still and begs for release.
It has things to say, bridges to burn.
It hurts and is like a sullen child.
Remember when I found safety from terror in your arms.
before you turned from me like I was nothing.
I know now I was nothing,
A pair of arms, legs,breasts.
Like all those before and after me.
Difference is, I have a part of you inside.
The demon that seeks and screams
the one that was awoken
the one they stirred and shooke th gilded cage.
Katie bar the door, its lose.
I can feel it behind my eyes.
And I adore it, the feel
the teeth and lust for blood.
The violence itching at my hands.
Thank you for this gift.
I will not be returning it,
not till due time.
