the feast of the beast

Illustration: Polly Nor

a demon listening to its poet

is a demon burning in holy water

the poet
deceived
she thought it was gone
crawling back through the gates of hell

remember, love

when sticky bloody walls melt down
w a
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down your legs
feet warm and soaked

when the moon no longer smiles
gates are unlocked again
starving demons'
favourite dish is your pain

your demons never faded away
they are just good at hiding