Demon Dwellers

September 30th
A family gene
that jumped over her
#Charm
She couldn’t
Not with a filthy mouth
or dirty mind
Honesty in every word
She couldn’t
Not with a fearful heart
or dark soul
Her pain wishing to spill
Her family
#Charmed
Friends from foe
Neighbour
Stranger
But not her.
October 1st
My #identity is pasted on plastic cards
With a name
My height
My birth date
My address
But I am more
than a shitty picture
and basic details.
I have a voice
A face under my mask
Paper and Plastic
don’t define me.
October 2nd
#Trust is another thing
that rusts.
Breaks like a chain.
Nobody’s mistake.
October 3rd
This sword is sharp
Meant to cut
Render flesh
Into ribbons
Draw blood
With a jab
It’s thin
Like my #patience
Worn down
By quick words
And quicker stabs
Perhaps it’s best
I wield a wooden weapon
At least
Until I’ve proven
My #patience is stronger
My lips sealed
October 4th
Like a sun inside
The light fades
And #dims to darkness
Hides behind frowns
Forgets how
To even smile
She tries to rekindle
Reignite the flame
But the wick remains
Unburnt
The lighter flashes
To life yet drains away
And she remains
#dimmed
I’m tired of my dreams
and their surreal realities
They taunt me with memories
Riping screams from me
and torturing me
I long to abandon them
They make me miss you all
those passed and yet to come
My dreams used to be a home
My first priority
should be me.
But my shoulders carry
Lists done daily.
And it grows
Makes new lows.
But here I am
And I’ll be damned
If I fail.
I roar,
not wail.
Take care of him.
Cups filled to the brim.
Still, I push forward
For I’m no coward.
Fall now and then
But I get up again.
Check off my list
With clenched fist
And wear my smile.
I know it’s futile
To fight my role
For it’s in my soul.
And yet there’s apart
Of my beating heart
It says there’s more
Behind closed doors.
And now I say
I bow to no man.
That’s not my plan.