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Hiding my Demon.

Can I draw it from you?   My head hurt, the pain behind my eyes.   A tinge of nausea, the metal taste lingering and noise accompanied by a sharpness that trembled in my ears.  

The question plays in my brain.  I DONT KNOW THAT I want you to see/feel consume it.. my darkness.    I answer w I'm not sure you want to do that. as she grabs my wrist.. and I feel the energy.  Light..easy.." shhh" as I reactively push against the foreign energy.  'Demon" I whisper and find the vault shove him in.. 

I look to my friend who knows the taste and sense of darkness, I see the look in her eyes of "that's quite a headache"  .. 

I am hoping that is all that was felt.  Not the brimstone, the green flame, the monster that dwells within.  

My friend looks a bit pale and green .. price that goes with the energy exchanged.. 

I physically ..mentally feel better.. I am grateful.. but not sure I wanted my friend to carry the weight.  I am greedy w my burdens.  It is the utmost feminine thing about me. 

If I was to be asked how long have I carried this darkness.. long.. long has a rage dwelled within..curse of the past, of sisterhood,  the shadows know my presence and are too familiar w my spirit.  I have been told as much on more than one occasion more than one with gifts.  

Bringer of chaos, stone in the storm.  The tower..

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