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a safe space

There are demons around most corners

and monsters in every bed

ready to pull you into the shadows

or strangle you with their bedsheets

But the worst creatures you meet

don't jump out from behind the bushes

Instead, they hide in plain sight

lurking in the back alleys of your mind

hand around your throat

fingers up your skirt

lips on your ear, whispering

"Who do you belong to?"

The road to Hell is paved with

eyes you want to lose yourself in

and a small space that's just

the right size for you to fold into

Every time, the way down

looks a little different

but the monster walking beside you

knows just how to lead you there

this time I go

hand in hand

whispering into the distance

"I belong to you"

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