The daemon claws at the
closed door,
Gurgling noises escaping from her mouth.
I hear her and hide under
the covers, hoping she will leave—
maybe if I am quiet she will leave me alone.
The sound of scraping reaches my ears,
she’s trying to get in.
I close my eyes, my body shaking.
I hear her triumphant bellow
as the wood breaks free.
I cover my head,
she’s loud, tramping through my room,
going through my things.
Words of evil spit at me,
each step she takes, bringing her closer to me.
One barbed finger traces down my throat,
she laughs a wicked laugh.
tells me I am nothing,
picks me apart, piece by piece.
Tearing me down, until I am nothing
but a cowering child under her stare.
Her work is done,
she leaves me be,
I hug my pillow closer,
and cry my empty tears.
until sweet silence falls over me,
and I drift to sleep in fear.

