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Devils

Lisa Russell

I must be one of the devils that come around my soul

I must be the one who hurts like the witches do

Like the witches of old

Yet my flesh doesn’t burn

I cower in their presence

Silence is my sin

But my eyes sting

And my throat full of smoke

Crows fly from my head

And owls perch on my doorstep

You break my heart

Pretty girls

As the moon rises

And the sun falls

Out of the sky

I wait for the wolves.

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