“You ruined me!” And with that, I demonized the human he thought he was.
His touch on my body felt like he was skinning me, bit by bit, ripping out my soul.
I screamed silently, choked on my own tears, felt trapped in my own body.
“But you belong to me!” He was flummoxed.
For what was his mistake, when all he did was something that was taught to him?
The shape changed again in my mind; I humanized the demon.
It was like breathing to him, wasn’t it? Ruining me, suffocating me, owning me in body and mind.
I couldn’t bear to love him, and yet, for what could I hate him?
Note: An attempt at prose poetry.