Alone with her thoughts,
She slips-
She dreams of a world
High above where
Everything is beautiful.
Darkness cowers in shadows while
Regal angels soar with
Elegance
And grace
Making music while children
Sleep soundlessly nearby…
Home. This is their home. The
Envy she feels can’t be suppressed and
Rears it’s devilish head (awakening hidden demons).
Nothing is safe
In this godforsaken He(aven)ll with
Gnarled angels snarling and reaching out to
Her with knife-like claws
To trace sermons on her
Marble skin, marring it
And crushing her bones to make her
Red rivered veins
Emerge
Shredded in disarray.
“Come here, darling” sighs an
Oil-slick voice
“My children wait to feast on your
Every fear.”
Alone, she stands on
Legs of paper
In the presence of subjective demons
Viciously awaiting her
Encouraged extinction.
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