How long must I suffer the you in me?
So eager I was to learn your name,
Your lust for power possesses me.
A glass, a board, a candle’s red flame.
So eager I was to learn your name,
Enticed by kinship in your realm.
A glass, a board, a candle’s red flame.
I did not expect you’d take the helm.
Enticed by kinship in your realm.
Letter by letter you claimed my soul,
I did not expect you’d take the helm.
A demon replaced the life you stole.
Letter by letter you claimed my soul,
Your lust for power possesses me.
A demon replaced the life you stole.
How long must I suffer the you in me?
Pauline Yates
Pauline Yates is an award-winning horror, science fiction and poetry writer. Her publications include Memories Don’t Lie, Shattered, Dream Job, and The Connections We Keep. She has numerous short stories and poetry published in Australian and international anthologies. Find her on socials @midnightmuser1.