Friday, August 22, 2025

You say I am a demon

 By Essie Newton    

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I am a monster 

Lurking under your children’s bed. My eyes glow in the dark 

And your blood runs deep red. 

I am psychotic, 

Your worst fears come true. 

My soul is as dark as Hell. 

My torn wings are what I rue. 

I am a manipulator. 

I hunt in broad daylight 

For unsuspecting victims. 

My screams ring in the night. 

I am a serpent, 

A twisted, evil creature. 

My eyes turn you to stone 

And my words belong to a besieger. 

I am no more than lies, 

My mouth only opens to sin. 

I flee from your riots 

And your sacred passion. 

I am unhuman. 

My birth is nothing but a thrill. 

I hold no power over you 

And yet I am able to tempt and maim and kill. 

I am a sinner, 

As you claim to be too. 

But my happiness is evil 

And your hypocrisy is virtue.

I am a mirror, 

My only actions are to reflect. 

But the image that I show is despicable, Therefore I must be incorrect. 

I am a heretic. 

My internal battles were lost. 

I willfully ran from the devil 

And happily paid the cost. 

I am a whore. 

My sole purpose is my body. 

When I am struck by your sword, 

Your bloodshed belongs to me. 

I am hideous. 

My unmutilated body is what you grieve. When my chest is constricted 

That is when I am finally able to breathe. 

I am the morning star, 

While you carry the banner of the Most High. My fallen state was from your broken promise To protect me from violence that you now justify. 

I am a child, 

One of the ones you claim to save. 

But you point to me as a demon 

For it is my deep red blood that you crave. 

I am no more a monster, 

Then you are a prophet. 

You stone me over and over, 

As I cry for you to stop it! 

Why must you attack me? 

I was never a threat to your might.

Can’t you see that you are the very demons That you swear to fight? 

I am harmed owing to your hatred. I am suffering at your claws. 

I am bleeding from your torture. 

I am dying because of your laws. 

I am a child! 

I am a child!

 

 

About the Author


Essie Newton (they/them) is in their second and final year at ICC. They currently live in Peoria, Illinois, and plan on attending EIU to get their bachelor’s degree. Essie prefers to write fiction creatively but will delve into their own experiences for both fictional and nonfictional pieces. Other than writing, Essie enjoys playing video games and listening to music.

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