He swallowed me whole.
One lump sum
of disfigured body parts
and a shredded soul.
He came dressed in darkness.
Slowly, he surrounded me,
encasing me in concrete fingers
that pulled me down.
He stole the words of my mouth
and replaced them with nothing.
Just emptiness remained.
My cries were unheard,
My pleas not answered.
My prayers-
unheeded.
None of them could reach their destination,
for they were trapped between his teeth.
Chewing them slowly,
calmly,
he watched me.
Knowing that my words
were just an appetizer.
Something to tide him over.
I was to be the main course.
Toying with me,
as a cat toys with her mouse,
he let me squirm for awhile.
No smile, no laughter appeared on his face.
Just a look of pure satisfaction-
a slight upturning of the (left) side of his mouth.
He was enjoying the pleasure
of defeating one more mortal.

copyright theOthers Oh disillusioned one, ageless

This beast is always behind me. Always. I am bi-polar. Although I am on medication for it, I know that at some point in my life I will be nailed with another depressive or manic episode, regardless of the medications. It is the nature of the beast. To be quite honest, I am tired of it. I am tired of looking over my shoulder and waiting. I feel like I am always waiting.