Demon’s Letter from Behind the Medicine Cabinet This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

February 5, 2018

Behind your reflection I sit
A measure of dependence
If you take me,
I’ll take you for a ride
Down the moonlit alleys
Of  your forgotten memories
You won’t regret it until the morning
Where your sorrows splash back
From the porcelain bowl of last night’s dinner
Dear, forget your troubles
Join me down the rabbit hole
The more I empty the more you feel full
One too few and you’ll hear voices
One too many, a funeral procession
Still, what’s the risk?
Any fate is better than this

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