Slumped against a cold granite wall, holding in my viscera.
I’d imagined fighting tooth and nail with the beast, wrestling it furiously, fire in my eyes and knife in its throat.
But I couldn’t, it wore my daughter’s face.
The sun peeks out from it’s lunar prison.
I fade away.
Thanks for reading, if you were wondering there is a piece that comes before this. I’ll link it here enjoy 🙂