You were March in the month of December.
a vague promise of Spring,
but your spirit was frostier, than the month February.

You were the quiet storm I never saw coming.
A level five hurricane that torpedoed through
my hopes and dreams.

You were the spoken word of a plagiarizing poet.
You were the horror before the panic attack,
that panicked the little girl that lived happily in me.

You were that fiery rain in July,
which incinerated my satin skin alive.
You had the fire extinguisher in your hands,
yet broke the nozzle to watch me scorch and gradually die.

You were a once a year-twenty four hour sunset
in an Alaskan sky.
You had a crimson light in you
that made the devil squirm as he looked into your soulless eyes.
In my innocent eyes,
I thought that light was special,
I didn’t think, it would be the malevolent light of the East.

In a million years, did I think, that light,
would blind,
would hurt,,
would break,
would burn,
would abased,
would debased,
would bring me to my knees.

I saw all the angels,
I saw Jesus,
I saw God,
Mother Mary,
even the devil-interceding for me.
Yet their shrieks were not endearing to thee,
For nine hours you forced your demonic self and beat me.

But here I am.
I am stronger, than you would ever be!

LeydisProse
5/24/2017
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