Her cry shrieks throughout the temple bouncing off the multi-coloured mirror walls
calling to whatever demon will grab her up from her knees in all her bitter musings.
"Enter me!" she pleads, spitting at her old Gods, refuting all meaning in her old prayers.
If she followed another path would she arrive at the same destination through another mirror?Shaken like the beaten little bruised girl in the shaded corner that she'd always been.
Now she doesn't care, doesn't care that God doesn't care, just wants me to fill her up,
the way demons do,
and possess her with empty words on philosophy and love that I never believed in myself.