Dancing W| A Demon

What do you think a demon looks like ? Ill tell you, hes gonna look like everything you’ve thought you wanted. I make love to a demon just about every night. His eyes are so dark but yet something you never wanna take your eyes off. His temper flicks on like a bic starting a flame. From a distance its intriguing but what about when it gets to trying to put his fire on you. His words sting like a sharp knife & his tone gives me chills. He told me I shouldnt be afraid, if he tells me to leave DONT & can even almost cry if your foot is out the door. When he leaves I stare out the screen door looking out into the world. I want to run …. run and not look back. I know he wont find me because I don’t even know where I’m going. So i just sit & listen to my thoughts run wild. My thoughts tell me this isnt your husband, how can he treat something so beautiful so ugly, I hope he never comes back & when he does I just want him to leave. When he returns he gives me kisses all over, from my forehead to my chin. I smile just to keep him from getting upset, to keep things cordial. Inside I dont give a fuck, fuck this motherfucker. I must leave, ive gotta find a way before im trapped forever. Looking into his eyes I see darkness, a heartless motherfucker. One day I will leave & when I do I wont look back. Ill never dance with a demon again, something i never want to experience again. One day Ill look back & say i overcome this & hug myself for being so strong.