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by Monserrat Soto

My father is possessed, by a demon no less
It nuzzles by his chest, every afternoon rest
“Begone” I would wish from afar
But now my hand gripped a rusted crowbar


Tired I was, to see it oppress
And watch my father recess at its every behest
Only until nightfall would it depart
To lurk in the shadows, waiting for its restart


Hoping to end this recurring arrest
I swung swiftly at the wretched pest
Shattering across the hall
Its black glass traveled far


But my mission was no success
As there was another bottle to ingest
Steady in his grip, ready to repossess

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