This is last of those written upon that particular day. Many old wounds were coming open as I was once again feeling the pain and darkness taking a hold of that which I hold inside.
Demons clawing,
Raking my flesh,
Wounds once closed,
Bleeding me dry,
Broken spirit,
Loss of desire,
Submitting to fears,
Fallen angels won't fly.
Rachyl DeWitt 4/26/2014
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