Death of a monster

She ran as fast as she could, in a vain attempt to escape.
To escape everything this life meant to her, the pain the hurt, the death
Her muscles aching and her lungs painfully gasping for the vital breath
She didn’t really want to breathe,
She collapsed.

Sinking to her knees in the long grass,
The darkness beat down upon her as if scolding her for all her sins.
Holding her head heavily in her hands she cried,
And with those tears like blood she released all the guilt she had bound up in her soul,
All the guilt for everything she had done in her life,
For everyone she had hurt,
For everything she had destroyed.
She had no where left to go,
And her unchangeable fate weighed so heavily upon her soul,
She was drowning in herself.

As she slumped in the dark field,
She heard the voices; the voices of the damned, injured, crushed.
Everyone she had ever touched, everyone she had ever hurt.
She heard the voices screaming at her,
Releasing their fury upon her weakened soul, and with every word,
Spat with hate, her breathing slowed.
Breathing was so simple,
Such a natural privilege,
She knew she had been thieving for too long now.

As the last of her stolen breaths were painfully taken,
Her body filled with the pain of fire and ice tearing at her inside,
Ripping and slashing.
The demons of her life finally snatched their revenge,
As she lay there, broken, beyond repair.
Agonisingly, her mind slipped away into the nothing that was left for her.
The death of a true monster- rejected from heaven, rejected from hell.
There was nothing left.

She died with the hate of every living thing bearing upon her soul,
And the bitter taste of loneliness filling every chasm in her soul.