Her Broken Wings (Part Six)
by Phoebe Lee Mathius
She was holding her breath.
"My Lord, can you hear me? Help me..., please!"
"Lord, I cry out to you; make haste to me! Give ear to my voice when I cry out to you."
Psalm 141:1
She slowly lifted her head, trembling. Blinking her tears away, she tried to focus on the being that stood before her.
What she beheld then would haunt her for the rest of what was left of her years.
She saw...
...herself.
Herself, in the shape of a demon. Herself, in the shape of a carnivorous Temptor. Herself, in bloodshot eyes, foaming mouth, sharp claws and sagging skin.
"Who are you?" she screamed at the creature.
A witch-like cackle escaped the wrinkly lips of her monstrous twin.
"Why, I'm you," it hissed, eyes darting wildly here and there.
Shyne was horrified. She..She couldn't possibly be that! She was Lady Shyne, daughter of the Lordship! She was...
She wasn't sure who she was anymore.
She wasn't sure what to say.
She wasn't sure what to do.
She wasn't sure of anything.
"My Lord...."
All she remembered then was how alone she felt. It was a deep and strangling loneliness. She wept aloud:
"....My Lord, where are you?"
"Why do you stand afar off, O Lord?..."
Psalm10:1a
