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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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