Huddled
in the black stillness,
back pressed against icy concrete.
I feel the walls marching toward me
Closer, closer.
Even my precious oxygen has forsaken me.
My lips taste the sad
saltiness of familiarity.
I reach for my security blanket
and find it's woven of thorns.
I hold it tight anyway, it's all I have.
I think of everyone on the outside
and what the world would be like if
they could spend one night in my eternal prison.
But no one's aware of this place;
you don't even remember me anymore.
There is only one person here with me,
one hwo never forgets about me.
I see her now,
staring at me from the far corner,
her eyes glowing red with an evil you could never    know.
She began as a small part of myself
and grew into an entity of her own
and took control of her creator.
At times I try to resist.
Her scimitar claws scar my heart, tear my soul
Most days I just give in.
As I prepare to surrender once more,
an unexpected shaft of light comes through
my single small window.
I had forgotten that window was there.
The light isn't much
but to one who has lived her life in darkness,
it is everything.
I reach my hand toward its comforting warmth.
It disappears after only a moment,
but it's hope.
For me that's enough.
The darkness is pierced with another light-
a fierce, eerie, blood-red light.
It is her.  She is hungry again.
She reaches for me, claws gleaming.
But I'm not afraid this time.
I finally know something she doesn't know.
Before the light vanished,
I grabbed a handful and shoved it in my pocket.
It's there now.
And I know it will save me.
I'm not strong enough to use it yet,
but someday I will be.
And until that day I will keep it in my pocket
so that I can take it out and hold it
whenever I'm afraid,
knowing that it will someday silence her
once and for all.
Knowing that one day
It will set me free.