The monster inside,
She fights and she bites
Yet I don't feel a thing.
I can hear her screams of pure hatred,
Which almost seems like sweet nothings in my head.
Slowly, I breathe in; and so does she.
Despite being a beast in my head,
She acts like a regular person instead.
But I can't see her, no not yet,
I feel her breath next to mine.
Almost the same tempo;
So synchronised in time.
I inhale the sickly sweet scent
Of her smile.
The wind in her hair;
The drost in her soul.
I begin to smell,
The contempt in her eyes.
The evil, oh so bold.
And as all these senses
Merge into one-
Like a shadow fades into the light
Or a mighty devil scorned.
It almost feels like I'm free
Just for a moment.
Slowly, and gradually,
But it feels like it was in a split second.
The pain rushes back.
The realisation doesn't.
My senses resurrect from their numbness;
Ever so ploddingly
And I see
Looking right back at me,
As if she had been there for days, weeks, months,
Ready to attack.
I look straight back into her eyes;
Anything at all.
It is then, the moons change and the stars shift
And I feel something I seemed
Unable to fathom
Just a few moments ago.
I fear again.