Coming from the black.

Screeching.

Clawing.

Ripping my flesh,

My shame spilling out.

My soul,

Theirs for the taking.

I'm watching in disgust.

They are devouring me.

Whimpering.

Looking for someone to help,

I hear more noises coming from the black.

More beasts coming to enjoy the feast,

Stepping out of the dark I see myself.

Standing.

Watching.

An evil grin spreading across my face.

What a sickening realization.

What a menacing truth.

I will always be the monster,

Devouring the good in myself.

Atop the stairs,

Down, down, around,

Breathe and ache,

Make no sound,

Hide away,

Are you found?

As in flight,

You speed away,

You cannot fight,

In light of day,

You cannot leave,

You’re forced to stay.

You spin around,

Then her face,

Splits open wide,

And there’s no space,

For you to hide,

You’ve lost the race.

Her gaping maw

Lined with teeth,

Razor sharp,

Beyond belief,

You meet your death,

Crushed underneath.

You wake above

To face your fears,

You’ll die again,

But shed no tears,

For you’ll be back,

Atop the stairs.

His anger was the worst.

Always screaming and yelling.

Sometimes throwing empty glass bottles.

Of course, I was scared,

anyone would be.

One day, in the midst of his anger,

he took out a knife and ran

towards me.

I was so scared.

So, I grabbed his gun

I pointed.

I shot.

His anger no longer controls me.