Strong and fierce, you are a pugilist of demons living within, a warrior of self-inflicted pain.
Push, fall, rise, defeat- the cycle never ceases, beating you down under the eternal strain.
An aberration of souls, destined to do battle against your heart ’til your last, dying breath.
Heedless you scramble to rebuild the ruins anew from the forsaken fortress you have left.
You desecrate it over again with raging fits, refusing to succumb to their cachet of milquetoast.
Your own worst enemy, terrorizing, anyone who dare sees past this fragile façade you brashly boast.
Waves wash away evidence of your poison, leeching- infecting those weakened and unsuspecting.
Inhale deeply at the shoreline, for the miasma lingers in the stale, salty air with power unrelenting.
I am, but an aberration myself, though, immune to the evil simmering beneath the hardened surface.
His unholy reign imposing, yet unphasable, as I seek for him a greater sense of purpose.
Performing his exorcism with the saging of the moon- banish the demon he is and end the raging war.
Demolish the fortress, break the bindings, release the poison from his blood- you are free, my love, now and forevermore.
**Today’s post was a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.
I’m using: milquetoast ~ aberration ~ cachet ~ miasma ~ pugilist
They were submitted by: http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com/
Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado