The Freed Monster

He is free.
It doesn't shock me.
It should upset me, but alas, I am calm.
They must have not believed me.
To set him free so easily.
Do they not see his soul?
The devil lives behind his eyes.
The forked tongue slithers behind yellowed teeth.
Horns sprouting through his scalp.
He can't be locked away for what has done.
He will slink through the dark, finding another to scar.
I almost pray for this to happen to another girl.
A girl who would find the proof and will report.
He would finally get put away.
Today, his thoughts and seeds enter my house,
poisoning the youngest, who preaches it like gospel.
I wish leave this behind and start anew.
A life where he cannot reach.
My children are never to know of him.
Will anyone mourn if he were to perish?
Maybe his breathing will cease or his heart will stop.
That is my dream, which is now a luxury.
Reality is much too cruel to indulge me.
He is free.