On the Corner of Tranquil and Snow

I really wish these snakes were your arms.

She chokes. The shadow overtakes her, its grip stronger than ever before. Maybe she shouldn’t have allowed the demons to mingle with the shadows. It doesn’t matter. She gasps for breath. A voice soothes her as her muscles contract. Don’t scream, don’t scream. The shadow takes hold. Colors blur and voices screech. She’s not strong, the demons know. The shadow knows. They’re laughing at her. She cries. Her heart explodes in her chest. A voice soothes her as her muscles relax.

I really wish you’d make up your mind . . .