Laying upon the rocky altar
bloody and in chains
Demons cluster at my feet
rejoicing in my pain.
They feed upon my despair, the words woven
they suckle deep at the deceptions I weave
Gorging upon my flesh, my soul
until bloated they fall aside,
To be replaced by some more.
I stare blankly at the mountain above
knowing not the damage done
for the demons have once more come.
And I fall into their dreams, their blatant bullshit
while their claws dig deep, making me wince.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
April 26/17