Ground and throat forming rig
Feeding on discontent
Demons on back dancing jig
Woefully rejoicing neglect
Here is where the story could end
Spinning- facing enemy
On back you lay- looking up
Dirty face, sharp teeth
Leather skin- hands cup
Demon's exterior tearing apart
Gripping, scratching- dripping blood
Stooping down- ripping flesh
Eyes filled- a red flood
You squirm beneath in agony
With force- pushing them off
Arms shaking- anxious feeling
Demons fall- mouth excreting white froth
Rage- black orbs search your being
Turning- no looking back
Heels pounding concrete
Relentless- they chase- unending attack
Snarls drawing closer- hot on trail
Noticing shiny windows
You grab a nearby chair
Shattering, tinkling- you wrap your hand
Growling, jumping you turn in a snap
Stabbing, sinking deep
You remove the glass
Battle fought- the others flee
Limping back to place of comfort
Now they're back to sleep
YOU ARE READING
Life experiences
NovellerI've been through my own struggle, whether it was created in my head by way of prolonged sadness or bitterness/resentment, or if I was struggling with things I had no control over like failed friendships, a broken heart, or family drama. This is my...
