Poetry · Writing

inner demons

i created you

i.

like god with an atom

a sorcerer with a spell

a scientist with the elements

i gave you purpose;

with the swish of ink

with the words of centuries before, with the graceful eyes in my skill, and the hands dished from the pot of decades of molding-

this

is

mine.

it sleeps in my head

dodging bullets made of lead

we carry that blood,

but i gave you life-

your sluggish steps in my inner chambers

rattle while i rest

when you’re most upbeat

i am

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