The Slayer 9/18/25

I wake up every morning, smiling

in the mirror, I can stare

straight into my own soul

while I eat pain and spit it into a pink sink-

right before I blow my hair out

despite your ghosts

trying to taunt me,

haunting and disturbing my peace

do we need to have an exorcism?

are you joking?

I don’t have to hide,

I don’t have to scream,

and I don’t even try to fight-

still, I slayed you in my sleep last night

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