I entertain my demons in private parties. They show up for tea & stay for the feast. I wonder if ever there's a time they do not exist. But I guess at some point I needed them to live. They pick the bones, sing little songs & merry all around. I wonder if I should ask them to stay until dawn. They jeer & snicker & point out all my facade. Then I'm alone again wondering what I did wrong.
Tea party.
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