The Curse

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Here we we go again. I've been quietly fighting this demon while trying to learn Algebra.

Heartbeat racing, bouncing my leg till my foot starts to cramp. 

Trying to calm down by listening to music, but the shuffle feature always selects songs based on my current emotions.

I apologize in advance, but I have to get lost in thought and handle this demon once and fore all.

The clip slides into the gun and I bump the clip to lock it in. 

Pull it back, turn off the safety and let

the hollows fly.

Seven .44 eagles rip through its flesh. 

Its screams of pain seem to shake the room, but "If you can't hang" drowns it out.

The clip signals its empties with a click, gun smokes and the vibrations still rattles through my hand

Heart pumps fast, though i breathe slow.

Its mass falls to the ground and a black pool bathes the creature. 

Its black pupils with a dark golden iris stares at me.

I calmly reload the clip. The clip slides into the gun and I bump the clip to lock it in. 

Pull it back and let the hollows fly.

One .50 action express hollow tipped eagle soars between its eyes. 

Thus, as its life faded, so did my curse. 

My soul crying blood, but I cry none. 

Gun smokes and the vibrations still rattle through my hand. 

Heart pumps slow, I breathe slow. "If you can't hang" fades and I close my eyes. 

Its mass reforms and lets out a roar.

I look back into its dark, soulful eyes of hatred.

It's disgusted by me, though, I do not hate it. 

It exists, because I still exist.