"Summoning The Beast" series – Page 2 – The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright

Summoning The Beast

It started with candles and a bottle of gin,

And a text from my ex begging me to come over.

I deleted the number three weeks ago

When I saw hot ashes on her pale shoulders.

I spilled all the water on her old sofa,

Swearing to never let my lips say her name.

But these candles whisper in gentle tones,

And escaping darkness is a terrible game.

The floor creaks under my weight as I break.

If I move, the night will swallow me whole.

These voices around me are getting louder.

My own voice feels like it’s only a mole.

I feel fingers tracing my shoulders with ice,

And my eyelids refuse to open up.

Low growls snake around my pale skull.

I know I will have to drink from the cup.

Still, it started with candles and one hex,

And a text from ex wishing me true peace.

I have bottled up every gram of my rage.

Tonight I will finally summon the beast.

-Jackie

My hot sweat freezes the moment it touches the air,

And I am afraid to blink in case my eyeballs burst.

Those bright green irises in the woods move in pairs.

Both of my feet are glued to the grass with a curse.

I do not know how to breathe without them shrieking,

And the wind is now picking up the pace in leaps.

The door between life and death is violently creaking.

Those bright green eyes will kill me in my sleep.

-Jackie