your voice
is seared into my mind,
the shrill sound
like when angels scream
and devils dance
and it is one decibel away from
u n b e a r a b l e
it calls from within,
challenging my last stand
against you,
and every damn word
tastes like poison
i can still see your smirk
and that look you give,
your pitch black
soul-haunting stare
stealing my breath
every.single.time.
and I’m left gasping,
choking on a memory,
my tenuous grip on sanity
one slip away from broken
and with these flashbacks
you prove
that not all monsters
live in the shadows
you walked under the sun,
eyes gleaming
and a smile on your face
and yet
you’re far worse
than any demon
i’ve met
in the dark
– ashley jane