The feast
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anntrieswriting Seeker of words
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A struggle for peace of mind

The feast

The demons are having a feast again today gathered round the table where I lie ripped open like a happy meal

They munch on a fork full of my deepest fears Cut off a piece of hope (Oh how it tastes like sunlight dancing on the ocean!)

They lick their lips clean of the last crumbs of my sanity scrape off every last bit of my confidence (a paste so thick it sticks to your fingers)

And when they're done, they lean back in their chairs gulp and pat their big swollen bellies

"What a lovely snack that was. Let's come back for seconds!"

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