Bruises hidden by long sleeves and dark sunglasses,
got me sent to therapy and coping classes.
They think he did it and he takes the blame,
but he and the one are not one in the same.
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Deep in his shadows so no one can see,
is a monstrous being that is not he.
It steals his body when it wants out to play,
filling the room with the stench of decay.
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This is what happens when I try to fight back,
it growled and snarled then it's eyes turned black.
I woke up in the hospital covered in bandages,
sore in places where I knew it took advantage.
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He swore it wasn't him, his body was overcome.
A month later I have to tell him I'm with young.
Those bruises, cuts, and now a pain in my chest,
when it was confirmed with a simple test.
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The offspring of a demon grows in my womb,
I went back to the doctor and ordered the vacuum.
But the machine broke with sparks flying about,
then an echo in my ear, "I'm not ready to come out."
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Then it dawned on me that it's not offspring after all,
the very thought of that thing in me makes my skin crawl.
I tried everything I could to kill this demon beast,
even went to my church and got blessed by the priest.
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Several brutal months of blood cravings and pain,
then finally that awaited dreadful night came.
I lay on my back panting and frozen in place,
enduring the pain as sweat drips from my face.
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Hours of grunts and groans then one final scream,
I gave my all and pushed out this nightmarish dream.
He wrapped it up tight to take the demon away,
my life was changed in that one moment, that day.
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He stopped to look at me as tears filled his eyes,
he turned it around and I gasped in surprise.
Eyes of the truest blue blinked back at me,
was I wrong to quickly judge so foolishly?
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I sat up moving slowly to get a closer look,
just that single glance was all it took.
Framing it's pale face were locks of scarlet curls,
not able to hold back, I reached out for my baby girl.

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Poems and Stuff Part 2
Poetryhere's more poems just for you maybe even a ramble or two you must read at your own risk you never know whacha gonna get