The Slam: Slammables

Avoidance

by Lauren v, California

i drive straight into hurricanes


just to feel the thrill


something i’ve been longing for
, yet it is going to kill

me if i pursue it, but i’m not going to stop


for this beast provides adrenaline i simply cannot top

what is this twisted creature that i search for in the dark?


in whose back with a knife i plan to leave a mark?


it is a twisted demon, any one at all

all i want to do is make it stumble, make it fall

but, is the thrill only in the chase?


do i ever really want to meet the demon face to face?

will my diamond blade be strong and make a mark

in this hidden monster that i search for in the dark?

am i even looking right, is it clear to see


am i chasing it
or is it chasing me
?

will there be a day
when i can hide no more


when the sun doesn’t rise


and i have closed every door
?

and on this day of perpetual night


will we both draw our weapons


and begin to fight?

and if someone looked to the hills, would they see

the demon, the monster, sitting right beside me


and will we look each other in the eye


both filled with understanding

who will be first to cry?

as the battle begins

the final question is—
which one of us will win?

 

Author's Note: Metaphors because I'm just that sophisticated.