Their eyes are empty. Hollow as the goard that swallows sound like a forest when a predator is known. Not a fleck of spirit within; a void of apathy and malice.
Their hands are rough. Abruptly they claw; jagged and sharp. Filthy they mark my skin permanently. Bruses like a plum flattened into my body.
Their teeth are deadly. As sharp as a surgeons scalpel they gleam. Glistening and dripping with hatred. Disturbing they smile, a silent promise of pain.
Their words are cruel. Empty promises and complements flow; red as blood against the snow. Unabashed insults and bottomless doubt fill your ears.
Who are they, this monster who stalks me daily. Torturously slinking at the edge of my vision. Hiding when I try to show someone else. They make fun of my heart. They carve up my body. They gaslight my mind.
They are the worst, they are steadfast.
Forever I will be followed by this beast.
I won't ever be rid of them. Not a silver stake nor holy water will exorcize them. Not a spell or incantation. I am stuck forever with this demon of hatred.
As I look in the mirror I see them even now at the end of the day after my energy has been spent, they followed me home.
They are me.
I am a monster.
-Pandaish
