Scowls gracing the face of the moon,
The shadows howl at every step.
The heavens leering in distaste,
Empty echoes abandoning her in the dark.
Her body, a seemingly empty vessel,
Drowns in tears of terror,
The rain dripping on all of her scars,
Taunting the fires set ablaze within.
Nail Marks on her palms,
From acrimony clenching her wrists.
Lodged in her throat like unheard screaming.
A bellowing tread of entities she’d been escaping all this while,
Drenched in a sub fusc sea,
Menacing, maniacal grins plastered on their faces,
As they sniff her presence out like dogs.
Her eyes searching for a corner to obscure herself,
Yet the walls start closing in,
The entities quivering with delight,
Pouncing on the oblation the world offered to them.
An entity exclaims in pleasure,
“Societal Expectations, she was quite an easy prey.”
“Why yes, Fear of Disappointment.”
A chaste reply from the other.