Embracing The Demon Poem by Abby Keen Harris

As I stand staring into the looking glass studing it's frame.
I see a creature in my reflection that is not me.
I tilt my head to see if it was just a trick mirror.
But the creature tilted it's like I did.
So I start to study the features of this creature.
It's skin was dark and smooth like black velvet.
It's eyes a deep purple though instead of white black took it's black.
From it's eyes seeped a purple fog.
It's hair long, black and messy with deep purple at the tips.
Two horns rose from it's head, They were black ram horns and a purple rose sat right before each hron touched it's head.
Occasionally a purple forked tounge would slip out from it's lips.
I realized this had to be what my demonic side must look like.
Then I heard a whisper that sent chills down my spine though I still smiled.
It said to me before disappearing'Even in these chains you won't stop me.'
Yet when the demon creature disappeared I was thinking to myself that she was attractive.