I think I swallowed a demon.

Snuck on a spoon or washed on a wave of tea. A tiny black, what else would it be, demon that took up residence in a small shadowed corner of my mind.

Every little wrong, any stupid human blunder he snatched with little clawed hands and nibbled at me round my edges.

So my demon got fat. And my demon got strong. The little wrongs grew big but only on the inside. The blunders became failures, each more predictable than the last. I knew I would fail before I even began.

The memory of my demon is great. Any humiliation, fall, mockery or mistake is there in cinema-screen-full-HD-on-demand whenever you don’t want it. He projects it behind my eyes.

And so it goes. On and on again.

Now my demon is fat and content, lounging like the old king he is. He rules with the wave of a hand, a short cold laugh and one cruel word.

I am paralysed. A subject, obedient. Because I once swallowed a demon.

But content kings grow lazy. No reign can last forever.

Quietly, there will be an army.





And What’s Worse

Darkness is circular here.
Forced in to an endless
Spiraling tunneling down,
To where eyes can only see,
Because just enough
Light has snuck in,
Revealing mockingly,
That the night is
In here.
With me.

It’s Always The Thing You Know You Don’t

My blind spot.
Is getting bigger.
These days.
As more seems
To pass by.
In the dark and
Carried on
Unknown rapid
Causing swirling
And crushing mudslides.
While new rivers form.
All around.
Leaving me
Without even
The first clue.
Until I turn.
Too slow.
And the blind

And They All Live Happily Ever After

I didn’t know.
What was expected
Of me on that day.
What would be drawn forth.
Never had I thought.

What makes me shudder
The most.
When the dark
Hugs tight and close.

Is that the ending
Fit so well.
Despite its horror.
It was the only one.

I could ever have

Ever have made.

A Mechanical Meow

A click, clack whirr. 
And wheels turn in
Loving metal motion.
Slowly mechanic legs
With stop start beauty
Move in blinking grace.
Stretching as they
Warm unfeeling,
In the afternoon sun.
And an elegant bronze
Tail taps the ground. 
From the only animal,
The next version.
Who can stay alive
In this dark
Burnt world.