Demon

For a contest. Close your eyes, point to a word in a book, write about it.

Harsh words whispered in ears

Trying to close

Trying to hear no evil(doer)

 

Pain - inflicting the inflictor

With a force so mighty

Take it with a grain

Of salt, my dear

 

An open wound, my dear

Whispering temptation in my ear

Sensations make hair stand still

A whisper only hurt us here

 

She was supposed to say

She's sorry, so I hear

Whispered the right words

In your ear, my dear

Who could blame her?

 

Such a voice that I can hear

Whispering words - I should fear

A Demon lurking, memories

Who could blame her?

My dear.

 

Author's Note

My memory has always been my biggest demon. Couldn't you agree?

Reviews

[Brenda Sue]

Such imagery. Wonderfully penned. Great job.