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The sable of night offers a certain safety

To acknowledge our demons

To meet them

Fears feed on the flesh of daylight

The teeth they may bare

The ooze wounds may leak

The claws they may wear

But when the world closes its eyes

They come out and then it’s our turn Do we run?

Do we hide?

Or do we sit with them?

Maybe talk with them?

Maybe they’ll reveal their names

That’s when we find out that they aren’t demons

They’re scared children

They’re you

Trapped in your childhood ways

Now we can open the curtains

Let the sun in

Let that child bloom into you

Then you become your best friend

Then love never goes away again

You make peace, in the end


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