Like A Cimex



So much angst.

Tension. Pain. Anger. Frustration.

Too many demons in the room.

Searing, fleeting, recurring nightmares.


Suspicions become real.

I become vulnerable.

Emotion is SO raw.

Like letting blood, I let it all out–

The darkness seeps out, hopefully for good.

Burn the bridge.

Bury the ashes.


Find a safe haven, somewhere untouched

By the demons who chase the innocent

Disguised in candy-coated charm.


Like a Cimex, you draw blood.

Suck out light and drain all you touch.

Like a Cimex, you steal sleep.

You fill the room with your demon army.


Depression– the most towering wall to climb over.

So many steps, some are fake,

Slipping, slipping, slipping, back down you go.

You medicate to numb your demons.








*This is a poem to help me detoxify. Take it like vinegar or with a grain of salt, but it is an expression of feelings to be let go of in search of a lighter place.


About Kira Call Ceramics

Just a girl in Wyoming playing with mud and making pottery for a living. Living the dream! :)
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