Everyone has demons.
She kept hers locked up inside the cage, in the deep recess of her brain where their shouts were too faint to be understood. Too jumbled up to be coherent. And sometimes they spoke in language she wouldn’t understand. She kept them locked away regardless.
But some days, she wants to open those cages and let them engulf her. Let them drag her in, drown her out. Those demons are the only refuge she has from incessant irrational rambling of her heart.
Because eventually, after all the dreadful debates, they’ll all be exhausted. They’ll all find silence and she – her solace.
She’s perhaps a bigger masochist than she thinks she is.