A moving figure, shadows.

Grinning teeth, daggers.

Harsh whispers, chants.

“Explain to me…” said therapist one. “What do your demons look like?”

Evil smile, I lean forward.

“Your worst nightmare.”

“Explain to me, the details,” she whispered.

Lean back, dark green cushioned chair.

Grip the armrests, long black nails.

Stare; golden, blue and green eyes.

“The shadow? The demons?” I smirk.

“Yes, please.” Said cautiously.

Black shadows, quick as lightning.

Striking down on me mentally.

Begging me to end it all.

Chanting, growling.

Clawing toward the surface.

They laugh, they jeer.

Make fun and mock.

Pointed teeth, flashing eyes.

A worn shadow-

No. Many.

Many shadows.

Well,

I guess that makes me…

The Shadow Queen.