suitcase full of demons

He has a suitcase full of demons

and it’s more than he can bear.

You can hear the sound of the plastic
dragging across the concrete.

And that endless wave of scratching

from their claws,

as they try to hold on to the ground, 

preventing him from going forward.

And he hears that sound,

replaying over and over in his head,

reminding him,

that no matter how far you go,

you will always have

a suitcase full of demons.