sweet nothings, by rev. james dennis casey iv

sometimes I whisper
to the demon
under my bed

hang one foot
off the edge
to give him
a little

stare him in the eyes
as he sucks my toes

to show him
who’s in charge
I surprise finish
all over his face

before disappearing
back into the shadows
under my bed frame
I hear him
whisper back…

“I just can’t quit you.”


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