Hey.
You.
Yeah you.

Run.

Run fast.
As fast as you can.

Don't look behind you.

Things are chasing you.

Your darkest shadows,
Your scariest nightmares,
Your red-est fears and gray-est wishes

And those are the worst, aren't they, brother?

Those terrible, preying fears that chew like Violet Beauregard, those so-close fantasies and dreams that you know deep in your toes will never happen, are the worst, am I right, sister?

Can I get an amen?


Wrong answer.

Those aren't the worst.
Oh no.

There's something else after you.
Something so purple it's black-
But not quite- it hovers on the edge of twilight and THAT is the worst of all.

You see, my friends.


I am chasing you.

I've got a soul even demons avoid.
The boogeyman hides in his closet when
I'm in bed.
If I bite a vampire, they don't turn into me,
they just die.
I eat werewolves for breakfast,
dragons for lunch,
and the devil for dinner.

So run.
Run fast.
As fast as you can.
Because I will eat you alive.

I am strong.
I am mighty.
I am cunning.
I am fearless.



At least, that's what I tell myself.
*shh

The queen
never lets the walls of her castle
keep her away from His beauty.
She catches the sunrise,
letting the rays
bring warmth about her skin.
She takes off her slippers,
she takes off her jewels.
Barefoot, she approaches the shore.
Listening
to the sound of roaring waves,
letting the water meet her feet.
Laying in cool, green grass.
Inhaling positivity,
exhaling negativity.
She whispers,
"I am free."
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