My demon children.

My children are demons.
They are quiet like death.
I think of them often.
Their moment of birth apparent.
Maybe it's time for them to go to college.
Will they come back & find me boring?
Will they find a job because they're emotionless?
Will they go viral for being stylish?
The bitter-sweet moment when I say goodbye,
will I lose everything & die?
My dear demon children, I can't lie,
you were there for me & I was a mess.

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