The Demon Slayer


What to say about her ? That is the question. This has been gnawing at me for awhile ,everyone likes to feel safe and secure ,but just how safe and secure are we really? I think the most danger lives in our own minds ,so this little person stomps through my head slaying my demons.

Just a little poem

This has no elegance and is quite clumsy ,but try as I might to change it ,this best describes my thoughts at this moment.



SHAKY GROUND

Standing on my ice floe
In the middle of summer.
Not wise
Not wise
But what does wisdom have to do with love.

So I will stand on my ice floe
Enjoying the heat
Until I am no longer
Standing on my ice floe.