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Dance with My Demon

Swirling, Whirling, Twirling
Our bodies intertwined
My breath with the lack of his
My heart pounds
But nothing resonates from within him
My sweating palms locked within his clammy hands
I rest my head upon his stone-like shoulder
But I don’t dare look him in the eye
As I dance with my Demon tonight

Oh, Those eyes!
I can feel them
Boring into my skin
Cold and lifeless
I don’t need to see them
To know the shining black orbs
Whose gaze never move from my pulsing form
I don’t dare look him in the eye
As I dance with my Demon tonight

I take the lead
Starting a series of intricate moves
Faster and faster, I don’t think I’ll last much longer
But he falters…and trips
He tripped
Gaining confidence I take hold of his hand
I pull him up
I look him in the eye
As I dance with my Demon tonight

He begins to shrink
Becoming smaller and smaller
He’s nothing now
My fears are alleviated
I no longer have need to worry
I looked my fears in the eye
And now they’re vanquished
And nothing but dust
As I dance with my fears tonight

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