Be afraid

I would rather my bones freeze and my soul burn out than to ever bend the knee to another undeserving selfish being.

I would rather scratch that itch of rebellion with hot irons through the back of my skull than to ever box myself in a prettier package for the sake of making you comfortable.

I will not cower, I will not beg, I will not shrivel up into a pit so you can replace me with a tamer model.

I will be loud, I will be strange, I will echo the rage of all the women in my blood and I will work with the very things that terrify your dirty soul because you know they are coming for you someday…

Now you’re afraid?

Is it because retribution does not tread on dainty feet? Or that rage does not just burn to ash quickly. No… They will destroy everything that is out of place and make it fear once more.

You are afraid of what you know is coming. That the lofty heights you crave to sit upon will crumble just as you get closer to the top.

You’re right.

And, I’ll be passing out the sledgehammer to make sure it does… and ill watch with Joy as hordes of demons drag you straight to hell where you always belonged.