Monster

She holds them like little gems
So beautiful, so dainty, so fragile.
They are her treasures- her ever glowing, ever shining little treasures.
There are four of them.

The color of them is undescribable.
Florescent almost.

They are hers - and nobody elses.
They try to break free - and allow themselves to find a new owner; yet they never will.
Never. They shall always fail at this one irredescent task.

They sit there... throbbing, tired, out of breath and hope.
What precious little treasures they are.
She guards them with her life.. her love... her dark, stone heart.
They are hers.

They come from every place- every walk of life, and different souls.
Beautiful, peacefully serene.
Only because they are broken.
Boken litte treasures... so beautifully broken.. tattered... lifeless.

She cherishes them- and shall until the day her soul rests.
They will always secretly know it- her little treasures.

She feeds off them, sucks the life right out of them- yet they let her.
They fiend for it. They love it.
They'd give their last breath just to have her break them gently... ever so gently... even just once more.

She smirks - kisses them goodnight each and every moon lit night.
The stars grace the glass jars they are in.
Her little treasures.

She's evil, poison runs through her veins.
The poison is given by them.
She is addicted to them, their poison that she steals each night before she rest her eyes.
They haunt her, yet she loves them- they love her yet she haunts them;
Her little gems. Precious and innocent they are.

They shall never recover ;; and part of that makes her thrive- while they other part, the only part that is still alive in her dies a little bit more.
Dies slowly... and surely one day there will be nothing left.
Part of her wants to set them free- she has tried 4 times. All four times the precious gems, her little treasures stay. They must stay. They want to stay.

She is a monster.
She is me.