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“Angel of the Pillow, Demon of the Dark”

I.
She came with no sound, no paw to the floor,
A whisper of fur through the half-latched door.
An angel, I thought, come to cradle my ache,
A balm in the night when my soul could break.
She curled on my pillow, her breath soft and slow,
The moon kissed her whiskers—divine in its glow.

II.
But the silence was broken by murmurs and cries,
Like lullabies warped, like death in disguise.
A rustle, a scuffle, then crunching so dire—
Like brittle twigs snapping beneath funeral pyres.
No candle, no lamp, just the cold phone’s glare—
And there she crouched, mid-feast, in a halo of hair.

III.
A headless small offering, red-mouthed and bare,
Laid out like a ritual no heart could prepare.
I gasped in the blackness, too slow to reclaim
The ghost I had welcomed, now feral and flame.
She vanished again, dragging horror below—
A banquet of marrow and entrail’s flow.

IV.
I fled to the stars, the night’s bitter breath,
To cleanse out the closeness of sleep and of death.
She followed, she purred, licked my fear from my hand -
As if love and entrails walked always hand in hand.
She was grace, she was silk, she was soft as the sky -
And the blood on her tongue had already dried.

V.
At dawn I beheld her - a queen in repose,
Where the carnage lay rotting beneath my toes.
Three unborn lives, small corpses aligned,
A dark sort of mercy, precise and designed.
I trembled with awe, I trembled with grief -
Still aching with horror, yet robbed of belief.

VI.
For how could she gleam with the soul of a saint,
While reeking of graveyards and death’s oily paint?
How can she kill with such eerie finesse,
Yet sleep like a prayer in a lover’s caress?
What dwells in her gaze - divine or profane?
Is she my healer - or beast off the chain?

VII.
Perhaps she is both, as wild things must be,
Not bound by the binaries forced upon me.
Perhaps in her purr is the hymn of the knife,
The cradle, the crypt, the devourer of life.
Jessie the angel, Jessie the sin -
She guards my heart… with blood on her chin.

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