Night Terrors to Forgive

A spiritual poem of lust and love

Photo by Egidijus Bielskis on Unsplash

Demons dance upon my chest,
with their whispered chants of sullen rest.
Night has left this heart alone,
my mistaken loves forsaken home.

I’m lost inside their selfish hymns,
a pound of flesh to sooth my skin.
In darkened room her breath so sweet,
angelic form of…