And it came to pass that
From the ash
Of fear and grief—out of its path
Rose scaled jaws
Blood-red claws
Not born of fear but fear, reborn
It had never died, only lied to hide
Its presence.
It waited, as pain does, to claim more pain—
Not just her own, but from those she’d sewn new seeds of hope
In her face, in his, she saw that beast
Creature formed from hurt and hate and shame and shame and shame and shame
Come to slay she who thought it slain,
Lay waste to that which she thought she made
But all’s a mirage disintegrated with one dart,
Smoke that drifts not to heaven but back to her heart
A story to bury the truth, fiction to hinder hurt’s reveal
Long ago she vanquished herself to keep the demon concealed.
From the ash
Of fear and grief—out of its path
Rose scaled jaws
Blood-red claws
Not born of fear but fear, reborn
It had never died, only lied to hide
Its presence.
It waited, as pain does, to claim more pain—
Not just her own, but from those she’d sewn new seeds of hope
In her face, in his, she saw that beast
Creature formed from hurt and hate and shame and shame and shame and shame
Come to slay she who thought it slain,
Lay waste to that which she thought she made
But all’s a mirage disintegrated with one dart,
Smoke that drifts not to heaven but back to her heart
A story to bury the truth, fiction to hinder hurt’s reveal
Long ago she vanquished herself to keep the demon concealed.
