Which

are the demons
that you feed,
in your everday
life?

The stark Sister-Not-Good-Enough,
The desperate Mom-of-Lacking?
The snooty Cousin-Who-do-you-think-you-are?

Or are yours
the smaller, wilder
winged ones?
Their sharp teeth constantly
nibbling at your
appearance,
your goals,
your dreams,
or perhaps worse, your moments
of rest,
restoration, and
dare I say idleness?

Hmm.
I’m here to
remind myself
to
stop
feeding these
fuckers.

One sometimes forgets,
a small crumb or two,
slipping from your
plate,
a considered realness
in the fear we face,
that delights these
cretins.
They are many,
and they delight in
the game of
pinging our emotions
up and down, a tiny puppet on
a string.

Hmm.
I think
someone around here
is about to
go on a diet,
and it ain’t
me.

Happy demon
hunting!

~Lu