A Barrier Meant To Be Broken

A New Neighbor

There's a different demon in my wake

He tosses his bottle of Gin as I do.

He curses. "What a fun time I was having" He grumbles as he leaves

But another day comes to pass

He enters and pushes me into my sleep.

"There." He says as he shuts the door.

"Peace and quiet at last"

When I wake again, I can't seem to stand or I know I am standing yet I feel ill.

He curses and spits as I try to arrange my thoughts

He doesn't leave this time.

I stumble, and try to hold myself together. Nausea fills me.

I tremble

I look over at the package that introduced me to him

The demon laughs and says, "Why Thank You, come again."

I grip a hand tight to thr rail as I decend the stairs of my room.

I give a sigh of relief as I make it to the bottom.

Now, I have to make it to school on my own.

My destination is set in my mentsl GPS yet my qord is distorted.

I inhale and step.

People look at me in confusion

I smile weakly.

At least the noise is gone.

"Oh is it?" The Demon says as I feel myself rock.

No. I muttered to myself.

People stare.

I ignore them.

The pieces of myself are shattered

And this imaginary glue is too strong

I can smell the fumes as I begin to walk

"Sleep" The demon says. "Sleep."

But I cannot. I refuse. As I struggle through my day.

And when night falls, I'm holding the poison again.

I take it because otherwise.

Many more demons will come.

Is one demon in place of many a better trade?

In a week I'll get conceal

But for now

I wake and the demon will leave me, crankier every day that passes.

Stronger. And more vulgar.

Less pitiful. And more definable.

Abstract yet more concrete than I will ever be under this construction.

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