Demon Of The Heart

Shadows Return To The Light

The demon is back. and it's mad.

Mad enough to wrap its darkness around her spine and force her shoulders back. A soldier's posture.

It's been dormant for a long time, long enough that she'd thought her flower had finally overpowered it.

But these days the flower is in her head and her gut with the demon curled around her heart.

Vicelike

It hurts now, so much more than it did before, enough that tears prickle the backs of her eyes but the black smoke she exhales quickly afterwards evaporates it.

She'd thought she was rid of this darkness.

It only makes it's comeback that much strong.

It won't happen again.

Already she's rebuilding walls long fallen the rough stone scoring her hands ugly again.

And too think she had almost scrubbed the grime from under her nails.