What daemons drive you
to that place in the night
where safety resides?
You so patly condemn fear
as if the world held no danger,
Do you see the daemon in yourself
the imp cowering
or wishing to hide from threat.
Is there a part of you
that can destroy without thought?
There is a death
more ending and torturous
that I have wrought
on the spirit of another
it takes the core of a being
drops the glass box cruelly
and leaves shards behind.
Have you seen the eyes
of a beast destroyed
trapped in it's own body
still alive, yet barely living?
I have know temptation
like the man who kills to feel
the thrill of his own sickness,
One daemon takes me
away from that forgotten illness
it is my sweet fear,
If a hand beat you
would it be a treasure
or something you avoided
whenever it's likeness came near?
My hand no longer hit's
and I stay distanced from
those who treasure
what I have rejected.
S. Elizebeth Turnquist
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