Run Away

I ran away from the demons that haunted me,

Running from the absolute pain,

Whirlwinds of torture and torment

Tearing at my supple flesh,

I run away from the horrors of you,

The demons that you released

Onto my deserted path,

I run away from the pain

Of the demons that haunt me

As long as I am with you.

Forest Cry

I followed the call of the screams

That echoed deeper into the forest,

Behind the mangled fingers and wooden beasts;

I could hear the cry of innocence

Begging to be rescued and taken to safety

From the demons lurking in the shadows,

Prancing around the forest,

Playing with the food it has been presented with.

The shadows grow closer,

Taunting and using my mind

To get closer to corrupt the innocence.

Poetry

I looked in the mirror

To look at my outfit

For the night.

 

Instead, I saw the demon

That lives inside and

I suddenly did not want to live.

 

Poem #2

In the darkness I walk,

Afraid of what is around

The corner and afraid

Of what I might encounter.

 

Eyes, bright red eyes have found me,

Staring straight into me and pierce

My soul. In this darkness,

I was right to fear the black mirror.

Illusions 

Another short story that I wrote. I have started writing them, practicing for a full novel that I am working on. Hope y’all enjoy.

Illusions


I am hiding away from the demons. They always come at night. That’s why I keep all the lights on in the apartment. The more the better.

There are knives underneath my pillow. I need something to protect myself with if they brave the light.

My greatest treasure, my greatest accomplishment, is my padded floor and walls. Should they decide to attack, and one day they will, I have cushion to bounce from and to keep the demons attached. They hate the cotton of the walls. 

I’m going to sleep now. My armor has my arms ready, on my back, with my knives at my fingertips. 

I welcome the demons. I welcome them in their white skin to come at me. I will draw their blood, like they did to me.