I was once so kind, and beautiful. That was long before being dragged to hell with flowers in my hair, a sweet innocent smile and a mind tasting of honey.
In hell, I was beholden to no god. And as the monster within refused to seethe quietly, hell cast me out. I no longer temper my rage, I don’t deny myself the thirst for blood.
I am the monster under my bed. I like to waltz and salsa with my demons. But I am also the angel, the savior, the goddess and the witch.
Why do I cling so much to that monster within, the one with an incessant need for carnage and war? Why can’t I return to being an angel? I have fallen so far.
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