Demons in my mind

Walking within the cold dark night

dancing in the liquid moonlight

playing games with the demons in my head.

They taunt and scream

nails on a chalkboard

a deadly screech.

I chose to ignore

refuse to bow

I will show them now

I won’t be their whore.

The demons shatter

slayed with silver shards

images split asunder

as the mirror crashes to the floor.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

September 9/17