Demons in the form of flashbacks…

“And how long has this occurred?”

Since I was messed up.

“Which time are you referring to?”

Fuck.

I’m done.

So tired.

Your shitty questions.

Mind your business.

You don’t really care.

You don’t really love.

“Can you… elaborate?”

Sure, I’ll give it a shot.

I’ll give it a jab, a try.

Leave it bloody and beat.

The first one comes in, tall and lean.

“I’m your worst nightmare,” it says.

Within it, I watch my mom die.

The second comes in, short and smirky.

“I’m your worst nightmare,” it says.

Within it, I watch my dad’s heart quit.

The third comes in, skinny and long.

“I’m your very worst nightmare,” it says.

Within it, I see myself forced again, rape.

The fourth comes in, tired and hurt.

“I’m your meanest nightmare,” it says.

Within it, I see myself alone.

The fifth comes in, he knows he’s won.

“I’m your best reality,” it coos softly.

Within it… I don’t see me………………

I’m |

| Gone.