The earbuds alive in your ears, rendering you unaware of approcing steps. One, two, one, two, one, two.
Your steps, their steps, they coyly play off each other.
The music comes to a pause, and you stop.
You look behind you.
Your demons have escaped. Again.
One is following you.
One is destroying everything.
One is getting high.
One is sitting unmoving.
One is screaming.
They are all over the street. These demons are part of you.
You replace the earbuds and walk on, knowing they are all in your head and have been for years.
The one true demon continues to follow you.
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