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the demons aren’t in my head

 

they are the voice of my mother

telling me to be at grandmother’s before dark

before the wolves come out of hiding

looking for some fresh, innocent prey someone new and young

unaware of the forest at night

 

they are shadows in the woods

shadows that slink around, silent but deadly 

their mouths salivating

at the sight of the girl in the red cape walking alone

their stomach growls, hoping for one tasty morsel

they haven’t eaten in so long 

 

i can feel their breath as i pass them

holding mine, hoping they will not notice

that i can creep by and be left alone

and once i reach grandmother’s house i will be safe

because the wolves cannot reach me there

 

or can they?

 

they were once men, so i am told

an old wives’ tale, i’m sure

what kind of man is that foul?

 

the forest paves the way to the streetlight

it is still a long way to grandmother’s house

but the wolves do not like light

they prefer the dark, where no one can hear them

and you, as you scream while they devour you

 

they are hunters, patient and deadly

never satisfied, they always hunt for their next meal

this is their favourite game and i have unwittingly become a part of it

 

my red cape serves me little protection

but i shiver from the cold and fear and wrap it around me all the same

tighter, as if i can disappear under it

grandmother made it for my sixteenth birthday

“red is the colour of pride,” she said

“a reminder that you are in your own control”

then why do i feel so powerless as their stares follow me?

 

they slowly creep out of their hiding places, ready to pounce

saliva glistening from their sharp teeth

their mouths frothing at the prospect of fresh meat

i turn and run, down the familiar road

i have crossed so many times

usually, it signifies my arrival at my destination

tonight, safety

 

at last, the door shuts behind me

the wolves unable to reach me

behind the wooden door they are unable to open

i breathe a sigh of relief as i watch them slink back into the night

 

the demons aren’t in my head

but everyone says they are

 

Publishers note: this poem was originally posted on the author’s personal Tumblr blog (purpleraccoons.tumblr.com) on January 16 2019

Hello! I'm Kat. I'm a third-year psychology student at Simon Fraser University, Canada. I'm a proud Vancouverite and member of the Hogwarts nerds, aka Ravenclaw. In my spare time, you can find me reading or writing fiction, jamming out to Taylor Swift, or inhaling sushi or bubble tea. Check out my socials! I occasionally post some cool stuff :) Tumblr, Twitter, and Medium: @katarinachui Vocal: katarina-chui