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Devils and Demons

Take a deep breath and hold it.
Now let it go.
But it doesn’t want to go,
Not easily,
Not smoothly,
Ragged and spasmatic,
With no way back in.
Or so it seems.
But there is a way,
A small, pinpoint of an opening,
Like a straw
Separating you from life and death.
What kind of devil would do this
To a soul?
What kind of demon would revel
In such torment?
But there are no
Devils
and
There are no
Demons.
There’s only…
…this.
Every minute passes,
Like air through a straw.

choking

 

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