I sit behind my bars. Alone in my mind. Trapped in the dungeon of my thoughts. She keeps me here. Visiting just to keep me caged. She comes in. Beautiful. My love. Moving with a grace unknown to this world. Flowing. Footsteps unheard. She steps into me. I breathe her in. Sweet smell of honeysuckle and suicide. Her lips part as she looks up. I pull her in. Passion. Swirling overhead like a storm. Spinning around us and taking us with it. Hair stands on end. I run my hands through her hair. Her head rolls back and she exhales. A calling. I try to answer it. Pull her tighter but she stops now. Cold. Staring. Anger in her eyes. Passion not gone just reoriented. Piercing now. I feel it. My body temperature drops hypothermic. My longing replaced by fear now. I step back. She screams. I fall to my knees. A scream too loud to be human. Too high. I feel as though my ears will bleed. I answer with my own scream. Feeble in comparison. She towers over me now. Her hand on my neck. I feel myself being lifted. Thrown. She has a strength indescribable.. No stopping her. But she doesn’t pursue. I sit in the corner. Curled up and alone. Like a battered housewife. Searching for the love that was there but seeing only hate. She turns on herself now. Pulling handfuls of her own hair out. Showing them to me. Pieces of her scalp still attached. Hysteria. She rips at herself. Cutting deep. Bleeding. She is on me. Wiping her blood stained hands on me. Demanding of me an understanding unknown. Expecting me to know why. I am lost. Confused. Scared. She grabs me now. Pulling me in. Kissing me. Fierce. Painful. I try to pull back. Deeper. Tears now. She casts me down. And tears out her own throat. I bring myself to my feet. Staring down at her lifeless body. The blood on the floor. Running deep. Bars gone now. I walk out. No longer trapped. My demon is gone.