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Julia Gonzalez: Agate Beach, OR |
Eyes red, arms curled. It waits for you to go to bed, then it creeps up near your head. Whispering your thoughts, all your actions. The Devil is there and plucks your hair to satisfy his own satisfactions. Outside the window you hear him roaring. Not wind nor tree, it's him patrolling. Open your window and he'll creep up to you, grab your hair and spin. He'll run his claws up your skin just to make you scared again. and think you're in someone's line of sight You're right. He's in your closet, under your bed, and it is said, that he lives in your head. waiting for the one day you take your last breath. You lose the battle with infamous death. On that day you'll see his face, his eyes, his arms, and lack of grace. Every bone will start to ache. Your heart will become too cold and break, and your soul soon after, he will take. |
