There’s A Demon In Your Stomach

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People say we all have skeletons in our closets, but I think skeletons aren’t scary enough. The monsters in our closets must be more devilish, more slimy, creeping down our throats while we’re sleeping to live in our stomachs and cause gastrointestinal distress. There are demons inside us all, eating us quickly, because demons are fucking hungry, and not so kind as to nibble slowly, we’d barely notice. There are demons in everyone, one would think, aside from puppies and babies, which is probably why everyone loves puppies and babies so much.

It is interesting to think about how jaded, uncomfortable, and hardened the world makes us, and when. Babies become children become teenagers become young adults become adults become decrepit and somewhere along that very vague timeline, the world fucks us over and we grow demons in our stomachs. For some of us, the demons come tragically early, from abusive homes or drugs or war or danger. Others remain pure and unwrinkled late into life, perhaps so late as their 20’s or 30’s-you know those people so innocent and pure and childish at heart until something really bad happens that teaches them the world is not a safe place. And depending upon how they handle this bad news, they develop a demon or two.