Feels of My Demons

Like a Raconteur, I was belittled and baffled by my misfortunes to my demons hurling and gazing at my foregoes every damn time. I burnt like an anthracite. Slowly and intensely. “What are you waiting for? Come with us“, they asked in a thunderous disturbance. “Death”, I uttered in a ruptured voice. And I could … More Feels of My Demons