There is a Demon Inside Me

There is a demon inside me

that bites, scratches and tears at my insides.

Forceful, hateful, angry;

And the beast within you

glares fiery daggers at the one within me.

They scratch and claw at us

pushing

pushing

fighting to emerge

so that they can rush out and challenge

one another.

Once outside they would stare down

snarl

bark

howl

and charge.

Their claws outstretched slice and rip at the other’s fur.

Sharp ebony teeth gnaw and gnash

and their bloody mouths full of flesh would wring out a deadly howl

to the full moon,

ever watchful mistress of the tides

and the cycles of our rage.

She sings reflections of what was once daylight

and the hills return her silver song,

mournful;

lamenting.

The devils cry as they both tear each other’s bellies out;

but they fight on

blindly, raging

raging forever.

They cannot rest until they have been left

empty, with deep red swirling stains on the grass

painted by our own hands.

But they remain within us,

and still they scratch and claw.

There is a demon inside of me.

And it tears me to shreds.

 

 

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What I Saw Last Night in the Woods

I think I found myself wandering the woods last night. I dunno, maybe it was just a dream. But the moon sat heavy in the sky. Shining beams of stupid white light down among the trees. The forest was illuminated in an ugly outline with gradient shades of grey. It’s boring. There was a little house in the middle of a circle of stumps and I think an old lady sitting at the window watching the lightbugs or whatever they’re called. Fireflies. That’s the word. Watching the fireflies buzzing around the porch light. I didn’t go in because I don’t know her, and I don’t care if I ever do. Just an old lady.

I could hear the stream trickling to my right. Flowing like water does, downhill. It just does that. I dunno. The coyotes howled or whatever that noise they make is called. Yelling at each other to mark their territory or ask each other how it’s going or whatever the hell it is coyotes talk about. Other than that it was quiet. I wish there was a point to this story, but there’s not much point to anything to be perfectly honest. I don’t really care. I just went for a walk or something. And that’s what I saw.