The Devils Poem by Rachel Brewer

I feel them creeping all around me. Their winding fingers cut through the darkness like the crooked branches of a tree. Their breath slithered out of their bodies, and their huger spilled out all over me. I could feel how much they craved me. My blood, my flesh. I felt their thirst like a sharp pain in my heart. Waiting for them to do something about it. The dark swept me in and I was surrounded, by nothing. Nothing except the cold and a feeling of death and despair. Surrounded by the feeling that everything was not going to be fine. That this meeting would probably end in death, most likely mine. Their evil bodies kept scurrying throughout the room. Evil laughing tickled my ears and crooked smiles invaded my eyes. Feeling their hands around me, wanting to tear me limb from limb. Taking small steps forward, trying to ease myself out of reach. I feel their power, their lack of souls, and it terrifies me. The depths of my hear and soul were crying, crying for someone to help me, someone to save me from this hell. I don’t even know how I got here. The creatures begin to blend into the dark, not knowing if it was shadows or my imagination, that was coming to kill me. I could feel real tears seep down my face, my soft eyes watering and everything around me going blurry. The anticipation was worse than anything. Part of me thought, if only they would do something. I would have to react, to defend myself, so the fear might fade a little, and be replaced by instinct. Unlikely, I thought. This is what they want. They want me terrified, they want me helpless. They want, no, they need, to see the life drain out of me. They need to see my hope die as they sink their sharp claws and hungry teeth into my body. Not today I’m afraid. I will pick myself up and search for a way out of this. If they want me they can come and get me, I will not stand here and wait to be slaughtered. I see a crack in the door ahead of me, and I make a break for it. The howling and screeching comes louder behind me now, and they are quick to follow. The door seems too far away. I will never reach it in time. So I stop in my tracks and turn to face the devils, my devils. I turn to face them and look right into their eyes as they begin to rip into me. My arms and legs go numb, and a sharp pain to the gut finally takes me down. Not long now. The pain is receding, the fear is gone. All I am is the numbness. The sparkle leaves my eyes, the pool of blood around me is cold. The will to live is gone, and now all that is left, are the devils.