Embracing the Darkness
Anger clung to her skin its talons ripping away peeling back the flesh to expose the darkness that lies beneath. Not bone, not blood just rippling currents of black nothingness. Her eyes shifting from shining hazel to dull to nothing but a blank stare. She stopped fighting the emotions that clung to her, spreading inside her, venom dripped from her mouth when she spoke. Shooting daggers at those closest to her. Pushing them away. All the tender voices of those who knew part of the hell she had faced in those rooms, in those places, the hell that corrupted her but never the full truth, never the whole story they needn't know - the darkness that touched her, that invaded her, and each year lay dormant for a period of time before another pain sliced through her. It holds her gently like a mother holding its sleeping babe in its arms. It wraps her in the silky tendrils of darkness, in the stillness, her pain trapped and pushed back, anger and rage warming her in the belly of this beast. The venom kept those closest pushed back. Never close enough to see. The violent darkness that lives inside, the vengeful demon that holds her close to its chest, the only thing that never left her, the darkness never shied from her. It never left her even when everyone else had. The darkness sees her in all her wreckage and gently reminds her that around it she does not need to wear a mask.