Escape

          There’s a monster over there, hiding behind clothing deeply where He’s designed His beastly lair. I leap from bed to wooden floor in vain attempt to reach yon door, but alas to no avail, He lithely springs toward me, I softly wail. He is monstrous, a beast, Greater Devil reborn to flesh. He grabs me, whispering darkly words apparently quite random – heard only by them that He has made – commanding, ordering with words only they can fathom. Is there no where left to go to escape this devilish foe? He flings us quickly round about, against four walls and rough hewn floor, finally made to rest haphazardly upon a slightly billowing bed – a whore. Screaming aloud is quite impossible, fleeing totally unquestionable; nothing can be done to escape – His ravenous appetite undeniable; escape remains so unfathomable. Why is it beasts – it seems to me – are so terribly misperceived by all who should acknowledge that such complete annihilation remains plausible, nay completely and wholly probable? He raped us there that wicked night with no one able to defend and fight. Is there no where left to go to escape this devilish foe?