a dab

They haunt, my demons they bite!

They crawl through my brain at night–

my shadow lost in darkness,

An invisible shade too weak at twilight to speak–

alone…I can’t fight…

I wish I could bottle your essence,

rub a dab of your exuberance upon my tongue!

Then, I’d bust my demon ghosts on the inside where they hide.

Maybe learn how to appropriately love.

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