The Fear of Dreaming Without the Devil

My voice quivers,
but my hands are as sharp
as arrows.
My voice becomes louder
in silence than when it speaks.
But to feel alive
I fall on pitchforks
because being black as ash
is never a nightmare
when the devil’s shadow
makes me bleed out
onto my own tongue.

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