At the pinnacle of change,
Becoming a whole authentic being
Challenges the heart and mind to engage in
Deep reflection.
Echos of past traumas are ghostly whispers of dead days, which
Fuse with present situations and conditions
Giving a false perspective.
Hallucinations overlay reality until an
Index finger
Jabs the heart piercing it
Knowingly.
Letting light trickle into dark recesses
Needling and Nudging until it
Opens up a
Plethora of painful memories thereby setting in motion the
Quickening heart
Racing mind
Stinging eyes and ultimately
Tasking the body, soul and mind to
Unlearn
Vexing thought patterns
Without which we become
Xenomorphic
Yielding to a new and perfect
Zenith.
About the Creator
Sherry Ryan
I have ink in my veins. It is a curse and a joy. Reality makes it challenging to devote myself to the pen. I have finally succumbed to my daemon blood and hereby commit myself to making it the reality of my life. Perhaps I will find peace.
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It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
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