Wrote this yesterday. The title may need to change, though.

Demonic Dissolution

To where you climbed by my abandonment,
has crumbled and collapsed,
and you fell further than I,
retrieved from the earth and given wings by an angel.

In the earth,
I let demons whisper and swell,
taunting calls from high,
fuelled their coming into being,
and the ground began to break.

With each word,
and transition from one chaotic inner world to another,
a legion was mothered,
from the wound in the womb of soul.

You seemed to me as one of them,
a dark, random genie,
granting the twisted negations of wishes,
and I wished for freedom,
only to find myself holding together the ground,
for fear of freeing my groundbreaking friends.

But you have fallen,
and while I rose saved by an angel,
dregs of the dread swirls of infernal life remain,
I wonder now whether the chaotic words will end.

Will you help me dissolve the remaining forms,
and return them to their source in my lightless core?

Our thoughts? Thanks.

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