Tiny Demons

Painting all my  houses red
Tiny demons haunt my bed
Steel-wrought nails
They rake my bones
Seek, destroy, my sacred homes

Cruel harbingers of ancient hues
You storm my legs
Scream frightening news
I cannot speak, for on my neck
An avenue of crimson wrecks

My struggling muscles, deftly bind
My wrists; Secure my writhing knees
With taut raw wires
Etch, scrape my toes
With sharpest needles
"Round you mow...

My arms, my head
Your sinister crawl
Through all my bed!
Tiny Demons splashing red!

(A boy thing, isn't it?)
Even the Amish lads know about it;
Tibetan Monks pray the creatures away
even in the Mount, they pray.)

You hurt me, demons, all night long
Crimson my bed in evil Storms
With steel - wrought nails, they rake my bones
Sealing shut my Muses' Homes
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