i feel it stirring, trying to break free. i restrain it, holding on, screeching in pain as my nails are pulled from my bloody fingers.
bloody, beaten, angry it curses me with a rage unimagined. i recoil.. terrified even though it is my own creation.
scraping against the floor it crawls from my wound, looking around as if its eyes were those of a newborns. it pretends it doesn't recognize me, but ohh it does, it does.
huddling against the wall it stares me down. it is more stubborn than i .. and i am the first to look away.
taking its chance it expands, breaking free from its shell and explodes through the darkness destroying anything and anyone in its path.
curling up i cry, muttering, trying to call it back.. there is only one way, please.. please... turn away
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Your writing always leaves me with mixed emotions. On one hand I sit in awe at the depth of your writing. On the other I can not help but to feel the pain as you bare your soul and release your past. I am sitting here and wondering if the demon that stared you down in this post is the demon of your past. One you choose to fight by turning your back and looking forward.......
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