Demons

She’s just a wound in the course of my life that won’t heal. I stitched it up and soon enough it was swallowed by flesh. Numerous attempts proved effortless as each one sunk into a world she controlled. One day I sat at my desk watching it taunt me and my nerves caused me to lose all nurturing feelings I’ve had previous to that day. I picked up a pair of scissors and stabbed and cut at it mercilessly until it was lost under new blood. To this day the scars have held her hostage and I have yet to see her again. Time refuses to heal the weak. Demons must be fought off.