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.
