Sep 27, 2009 21:19
Outside are demons:
Shadows passing
Under the door,
Barricaded shut
And locked twice.
I know what they want--
To come inside,
But I will not let them.
Burning incense
Will keep them away.
White sage cleans the air
But in my dream
They pulled my hair,
Laughing in my ear,
Watching me in the bath.
The voice of another
Would cast them out,
But I am alone today,
Tomorrow, for winter,
Spring, and forever.