the voices wail at her
and they scream horrendous things
pushing
haunting
suffocating
she hears the demon
laughing maniacally
as he slowly rusts the metal of the chains
that were supposed
to bind him to tartarus
he slams against them and they clink
painfully and repeatedly
the chains are worn
he's nearly out
and his howls and roars
scrape her mind
she hears the little ones
clapping with glee
teasing and mocking
escaped
from the bars she locked them in
they point fingers
smirking with their freedom
as they tauntingly sing
and their snickers and sneers
crowd her mind
she hears the titans
stomping the grounds
flattening her thoughts
as their booming voices
drown out her own
they were supposed to hold the sky
stuck beneath their shoulders
but they forced it onto her
and now
they run free
and their rumbles and grumbles
fill her mind
they’re so close,
so close..
so close….
flooding
excruciating
agonizing
her monsters jeer at her
while she tries to block them out
together, they make a melody
or an elegy, perhaps
from the request of their beloved conductor:
herself.