Hopeless Fidelity

Time to jot more feels down.

Some people keep skeletons in their closets.

Others have old baggage that they can’t bear to part with.

Do you want to know something bizarre?

I kept a demon. For years!

Yes, that’s correct. Right in my very home.

 

It’s nothing to be afraid of now, though.

Sure, it had a fiery tongue.

And its scarlet wings were often unfurled to obstruct my vision.

It had a tendency to sink its fangs into my being.

See? There are still scars. I’ll probably have them for the rest of my life.

 

It really is nothing to be afraid of now, though.

I stopped confusing the scorching of my soul as its warmth.

I stopped mistaking the blood of my wounds for signs of my devotion.

I stopped believing that the weight of my manacles signified our bond together.

In short, I opened my eyes.

 

It’s been months since I expelled this creature.

My spirit still aches and I feel cold all over.

But you know what’s really bizarre?

I’ve been able to observe the world through eyes unclouded by the haze of blind troth.

I think I’m starting to like what I see.

Author's Note

Probably more senseless drivel for the majority of you. Unfortunately, I seem to only be able to write when my mood spirals down.