A Demon Without Horns (POEM!)

flowers thrive with the warmth of sun,

and the wet of water.

he thrived to see her cower,

and her eyes water.

she lied there in bed,

wondering why he liked

to see her never tell the truth

over and over,

always smile under pressure,

and wish she could’ve treasured

being free.

she wished she lived more.

she wanted to say her life was a storm.

she prayed to God to

protect her from those thorns.

but then that demon without horns

constantly made her feel like a flower.

one without sun

without love

and she couldn't bare the pain anymore.