Now What?

It began in the beat of the music
Sunshine and rays burning through her voice
The forest is here in my thoughts
Deep green leaves, dirt, and growing things
Feel the spiders spinning, bees buzzing to sleep
This magic is old, full of ritual and cycle
I could stay here forever
sink
deeper

It stirs

There is no hatred in this darkness
No fear or conception of human emotion
Only sharp teeth and hunger
The rusted copper scent of dried blood
on black lips
And an underlying sweetness
Death

I gag, my eyes streaming, coughs choking me
I have to hide from this atrocity
The music is a door, a cloak
The music becomes me or I become the music
I hide in the rhythms, melodies sweep through my body
But I am still afraid
It gives me away

Running like a rabbit
calling for help
I find Them
I push up against Them
like a child hides against a parents legs
It feels like a sigh when they look at me
Then they turn to the demon
and with a sharp stare push it away

I return to myself with a bump
world spinning
Tears break out like a summer storm
now what?