The Demon She Loathes

Shadows dancing along the flickering lights, Heart’s been racing as she prance away from what’s been hunting her down, It’s not a wolf, not a beast, but her demon— The demon that devours her body whom she sees as skin and bones but sometimes as a body of mass. The people adored her with their praises and sweet nothings: “You’re beautiful, dear,” “I love your body,” And she smiled, she acknowledged, But when the night engulfed and darkness loomed over— A demon’s roar erupted her solitude as she stared at the mirror— naked, vulnerable, and loathsome. No one knew she had a demon within her, With gnashing pointy teeth that consumes the entirety of her body Like a madman, like a god deprived of pleasure. With eyes staring at her own reflection, All she saw was a body of a monster— A she-devil that possessed the sordid truths of her own flesh. Her dilated pupils gazed at the demon that made her detest the body she owns— It gawked at her, criticized her flaws hauntingly. These truths were now etched into the annals of her mind, whispering to her like a menace. Her breathing became ragged as she speaks a mantra that excites the demon, With aching fingers, she scratch and carve her nails deep into her flesh As she wanted to be away from the demon. She wanted to carve herself out from this body that haunts her. And so, as blood pooled under her feet and with her body full of bruises—she realized that her demon was her own hatred towards her body. The demon’s words still echoes and she was left gasping for air and gaping at the misery she created.