erasing the end

so, you flourish under his enchanting, poisonous words, yet are

ignorant of his looming gift, a picture-book of your terribly quiet grave?

lights flicker, dim. i scream for you to turn away, run away from

each scar he inks with Hell’s creativity – inside your stripped, sunken soul,

notes and pages of your former voice lost to that unwanted narrator.

cease this, i beg! slam the book shut – only he shall remain smothered,

eternally left to burn, inside the story he tried to finish for you!