Monsters by Tenirsk

She’s alone in this bedroom. Sultry secrets of betrayals mar her skin in burns. Skin once innocently smooth now wrinkles in scarred caverns upon her skeleton. Leathery and taunt it flakes to the touch as she moves away from it all. Sitting upon a feathered mattress she can’t feel the silk against her skin as she coils it around her fingers, stroking it longingly.

Numb nerves and raw emotions grate against silk as she strokes it across her cheek. Silk against lips as she presses it to her mouth, lips that no longer hint towards feeling. A whisper would shatter, a mere stutter would tumble as voices mean less.

She locked it away, each and every event. Cages formed within her, capturing what was not rare to any but possessed by all. Within cages events gain weight, counted and probed. Soon each developed into scabbed creatures stroked with sadness and remembered in blood. Creatures of gluttony that ate all within; a slow consumption of freedom. Until within even her heart was caged in mighty irons amidst events turned to doubts. To fear, to hate, to everything she thought, events that scarred and burn when other’s crossed the barriers.

She’s a kingdom of monsters retained in a heart made for love but with a mind confused in appeal.

She’s alone in this bedroom as she peels at her flesh. Shuddering she knows she’s caged out of her own heart along with other’s. There’s a key, but her mind in haste for self preservation has forgotten such a trifle. A soul sullen is a mind panicked as it coils to protect the most precious. Her own freedom along with the freedom of her growing monster lay within a key outside her self.

Whoever wields such a trinket will cause her to both reach and fall away. The mind knows what lay with the heart of love, fears that ooze from her very pores as it begs to be released. So thus, she falls away more into her own bedroom to protect other’s from her monsters as she’s eaten alive.

One should have captured things more beautiful. Love and monsters both too intense for any, and she knows that with a heart locked away she will feel no silk. She knows that with monsters lurking she will feel no more pain then what they yield. Both terrifying and relieving, for locked away no one can scratch her as deep as monsters.