“Sure” she said
Bitter and twisted
Sickening and salty and
Fullof all the moments
Where things die and
Dont come back from
But when you come
Inside the door it is
Thrilled and fun and
Torture and not like it
Has ever been forever
Now and before I
Now never known anyone
Like her and all of the
Wretched suffering has been
More than worthwhile
So when the demon’s
Burn down the fields and
Want to come in so
Open the gates and
After the peril has
Been outwardly driven
One of them could be your best friend
