Beast

A thin sheet of glass, 

Bent, 

Twisted, 

And curved 

To wrap around and encompass

This shapeless fog of darkness, 

One shrouded with the very essence of 

Misery, 

Guilt, 

Anger. 

It was formed very carefully, 

Intricately, 

Using pain to keep this 

Forbidden jar of dangerous demons

Where it is, 

Hidden deep inside 

A void others helped create. 

With layers and layers of 

Facades each dripping with saccharine sarcasm. 

This is glass is kept safe and secure, 

For the sake of sanity, 

For the sake of humanity. 

A trigger one finger is always resting on, 

Jagged, 

Protruding, 

And sharp 

That clicks in a fraction of a second,

Causing a bullet

To immediately shoot out 

At the target. 

Not by mistake. 

A small little trigger

Causing an even smaller bullet

To run, 

Chase, 

Pounce

At its stalked prey. 

Now this tiny inconvenience 

May not be as small as it looks. 

Oh no no. 

This one bullet penetrates 

The target, 

Their body, 

Heart, 

And Soul. 

But a body is made to rot,

A Heart will eventually stop beating,

And even the Soul will fade.

However that void, 

The one the entire thread of life depends on, 

That, gets torn. 

This subtly fired bullet 

So easily dents every protective shield 

And leaves the glass jar

And its contents

Completely vulnerable, 

Hungry,  

And aching. 

Soon, the finger ticks back again, 

And with the defenses all down, 

This time the glass shatters into a thousand piercing pieces,

Falling down and down the pit, 

Digging into every shadowed crevice, 

Cutting and drawing blood. 

The mess of chaos inside the jar 

Jumps out in tendrils of smoke, 

Leaping to invade every nerve, 

Squeeze the very heart, 

And choke the already flailing lungs. 

Taking back control at this point is impossible, 

The lid to the jar, broken and useless. 

The pretty smile vanishes, 

The soft eyes long changed, 

Posture now no longer eased. 

Now, 

There is no control. 

There is no human. 

No, 

There is only fangs poking from obsidian lips, 

That malicious, sinisterly smirking mouth.

There is only red in the pupils, 

Dripping crimson in the pools that darken with bloodlust. 

There is only sharp claws, 

Ones that curve into the clenched fists. 

They formed the monster, 

The one so painfully hidden. 

Now, they made an ignorant mistake provoking this wild savage. 

Guess hiding isn’t necessary anymore. 

They asked for a beast, 

A ravenous one they’ll get, 

Casualties be damned

Until this hunger is satiated.