Back Door Demon

Photo: CA Hawthorne

Photo: CA Hawthorne

Hushed cries
clawing through the trees
on a blood wind as my breath ceases.
Channels to my heart falter…
*whispers*
…stalk me with lies.

Trembling,
enduring deadly nights
in a quaking stillness rendered blight.
A life growing unsteady…
*gasp*
…it must be rectified.

Closed eyes,
dead hands break the surface
as despair urges me not to resist.
People think they know…
*sigh*
…they know not.

Crying,
I break the spell again
and narrowly avert its deadly end.
One day it’ll return…
*exhale*
….and I’ll fight.

©August 2015, Christina Anne Hawthorne

*Please join me tomorrow for a special two-day short story presentation!

3 Replies to “Back Door Demon”

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    • Depression is a beast that, despite your best efforts, will periodically attempt to reenter your life. This poem was born in the immediate aftermath of one such visit. I won. Thanks for the support, Kath. 🙂

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