My Demon

The wind swept through and made me smell my shame.  The pain was the same as it always was, but I was forced to peer deeper.  I was forced to let go, accept that I had no control and to be patient as the knowledge flowed in.  The pain became over bearing as the reflections began.

"What say you?"  Asked my demon.  And my mouth fell open, no answer at all.  I'd never put face to horror, even though I think in pictures.  I'd never told this soul, about the horror visions I had witnessed.  Yet before me stood a great tormentor, face to face for the first and I could feel the rage swelling just aching to burst - and race and jump from me in waves.

So my demon smiled at me, "Damn, I love your rage!" A smirk curved lips, and eyes were sexy but flat.  And I stared in wonder, torn between anger and rage wondering where this was coming from, who was setting the stage.  "Tis, I, " said the demon, in a mocking Shakespearan lilt, "I feast on your anguish, I make a buffet of your guilt.  I find humor in your sorrow, I grow inside your pain.  I stand in the back of your mind taunting you, as you dream to be happy again.  I process your greatest dreams and push them behind your biggest fear.  I want you for myself and so I plot to bring you near.  And you come ever closer, you don't even fight to keep me at bay because you long to give me control if just for one day..."

I coughed abruptly, bringing the monologue to an end, bringing a sigh of impatience from my demon, "my bad, I didn't mean to offend."  I said with with a smirk that caused the demon to smile... and then I was lost for awhile...

...In a vision that wouldn't fade but that would eventually give way, to the truth that I know, and the simplicity I see, I am tired of fighting the good fight... my demon is just me....


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