SILLY, Demon I AM GODDESS

 



He feels my body up and down with his rough and calloused hands
as if trying to force my skin
into the shape of his desire.

He rarely peers into my eyes because his emplty being can not
withstand the power of another's soul.

Finally he tires of ducking here and there to
avoid my gaze, so he picks up
two dead roses
and tears the dainty buds off of the wicked stems.

With careful precision not to leave
even the corners of the whites of my eyes exposed,
the figure places scotch tape over the roses to hold them there
and stifle my eyesight.

I was his Wilted Queen.

I writhed and called but no one answered my cries.

It was useless; the chains bound 'round my wrists
and ankles were connected to his own.

How I got that way is still a mystery to me as only
(it seems)
hours before I was alone in my apartment watching
a film called The Haunting.

I did notice, however, that toward the end of the movie
a slightly shimmering mist descended upon the air of my
home. I then became very cold, I know because I began
to see my breath.

I turned around and around frantically, audibly wishing
that is was a dream. Then suddenly darkness fell and I sank
into an emptiness I've never experienced before.

My soul began to ache wildly, screaming inside my head as well as every detail of my worthless body.

That pit of neverending blackness seemed
to swirl and swell on forever and ever.

Despair washed over me as I watched remnants of my once untainted
soul leak from my nostrils and mouth, shrieking from the mere
detachment from its home inside of me.

And that is where my memory seems to face and wither.

I awoke then on a cold, metallic surface, chained to a demon
that resembled a weaker verson of Freddy Krueger meets IT.

I then came to realize, "Why am I allowing this to go on?"

With all of the might I could muster within, I channeled
energy from every wronged, lost, or battered soul, allowing
that agony to fill my being with rage
enough to force the sun to back down.

With a terrible cry of vengeance, I wrenched my limbs
free with a shattering defiance
as the chains seemed to blast apart and fall with a pathetic clank
to the floor.

In horrified surprise, the entity reared back, attempting
to back away and escape from his now sure demise.

With a hallowed look of unmatched power,

I shot out my hand to clasp around the demon's neck. I let out
a triumphant wail as my nails dug deep into his spindly neck,
releasing all of the trapped sold he meant to
keep torturing for the rest of time.

The poison within my veins then coursed through into
his own dusty lifelines, weighing him down and feasting on his flesh from the inside out.

As the demon began to pale from our world,
I reached through the portal to force him to gaze into my eyes
once more. With a sickening burst of evil remains,
the demon's head exploded as thousands of ancient souls
as well as new were finally freed to begin their
journey toward the final destination that had eluded
them for so long.