The demon sits across the way,
in a smoke-filled room
and he tempts me to say
all the secrets that loom.
He pokes and prods
and insists that he knows best.
One slips out and he applauds
and with that clever grin, he knows the rest.
The secrets pour out one by one
and the smoke-filled room begins to clear
and it’s obvious there is no where to run
because that demon is just a mirror.
Autumn Siders 