The Stranger
stop looking at Me!
how could you look at Me?
you are the purest form of evil.
standing not even ten feet away
you spout flames from your razor-filled jaw
burning My freedom, My happiness
your reptilian eyes coward Me
cause Me to cringe
pleasuring from every sign of My infirmity
your melodic words strangle Me.
chain Me down.
infuriate Me.
and then He comes.
Someone I don’t know
Someone I fear
Someone I have seen thousand times
I’m paralyzed by horror
as I watch this Stranger
protect Me in the most foulest way
it is as if I am in the cinema
having no control
as to what may appear on the screen.
He attacks you
blowing smoldering kisses
that causes you to metamorphose
you are no longer that nefarious scoundrel
but a quiet, scared girl.
choking on the poison filling your ears.
I look at the Stranger once more.
and this monstrous Stranger is..
no Stranger at all.
It is Me.
Copyright © Brian Byrne | Year Posted 2015
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