Evil Possessed Bone Frame

Sometimes I feel like the devil and all his relatives are having a vacation in my house  and chose my bone cavities as the perfect place to play their hit and hide games.

In these mornings, I shower in the coldness of my faith , self-medicate with doses of self-loathe and hospitalize on a bed of charred bible pages.

The eagerness of leaving this place becomes my only courage, but ‘to where’? Well, anyplace is more home than this evil inhabited bone frame.