fighting

I try to fight it, try to defeat it.

But it eats me alive, like a demon in possession.

Slowly. Slowly. Surely.

Piercing. Like a knife stabbing.

Sometimes, the slowest knives, the ones that burn slowly,

Greasing against the bones of our bodies,

Slowly pulled out, finally letting the victim feel, the burning sensation,

The heat of blood rushing out, weak in the bones.

-effy