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.