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Sep 2012
Eyes of blood red,
drip tears on to the white snow,
veins black she looks back at me before she's completely taken over,
her body only a host, a shell for the monster beneath her bruised skin, 
Her once bouncy hair,
now stuck to her face and falling out in clumps, 
I'm scared but I must save her, 
Before she is lost, 
The rambling beast spat curses in every language
I called for Christ power to flow through my curbs and empower me,
And in the name of my heavenly father
I demanded the name of the beast curled in unnatural ways before me
It fought with all it had, threw my sins before my eyes 
And yet again in my Fathers name 
I demand his name
His true name
Let me leash this rambling beast
For I see you true identity
You have no power here
He lost grip, 
He fell 
I sent him back to hell
Katlyn Orthman
Written by
Katlyn Orthman  21/F/Minnesota
(21/F/Minnesota)   
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