Me and the Beast
Ramblings from my dying soul rising and falling?
By EllaPublished 9 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Dawn Armfield
I was an animal
a wild creature with nothing but the Beast
inside me.
I was a rusting anchor
tucked in the bosom of the reefs
waiting for the order to strand my caretakers.
I was a yowling banshee
condemning my predecessors
because they dared outlive me and His schemes.
I was an angel of mischief
the killer of Loki and his children
whose power He desired.
I was the will of man
a survivor for the sake of surviving
to do His wishes.
I was Him
He was me
and We were we
and I will never be I again.
About the Creator
Ella
I wish I liked coffee.
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