Voices

Hymns played in my head repeatedly,
didn’t keep the demons’ voices away from me,
a young girl of wavering certainty.

Impressions in my bed,
was it in my head?
the whispers they once told to me,
my soul exposed,
now overgrown with the weeds of jaded apostacy.

Emily©

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