You lit black torches in the dark room as I had a blindfold over my eyes.
The dry flowers in the corners grinned, the stench kept away fruit flies.
My skin lost all its pattern when the moon climbed over the horizon,
Grey creatures yelled into my scared face, asking what I was hiding.
They kept me chained to a heavy bed until my limbs felt defenseless.
I cried loud when I tried to escape, so they burned down the fences.
A demon wept in the closet, it tried hard to break my soul in half.
My lungs screeched and growled until I spooked it away with my laugh.
You lit my palms on fire and caressed my hair as the room shook.
The salt on the doorstep ignited, burning down your notes and books.
I looked at the face of my own failure and could not hide a smile.
There has been a beast inside of me, it has been there for a while.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 