Conquered

Descriptive writing of personal battles

As the rain drops began to fall, she grabbed her hoodie and knife- today she would conquer the demons with might...

These words ran through her head and a smile began to show "a simple slice to knock his head clean off" and the blood would flow...

Finally, rest she proclaimed as the body hit the ground- at that moment her peace is found...

Tired and tattered, she gathers herself to bathe " today I conquered my demons, tomorrow I will do the the same", as a smile showed on her face.