Baba Yaga beckons me.
Crippling & clawing my sanity.
Ever present & lying dormant inside.
Simply waiting for time to abide.
Baba Yaga stalks on me.
Making me cringe closer to insanity.
In the darkness, standing by the door,
Waiting patiently, like a suitor’s ardor.
Baba Yaga is now in front of me.
Staring at me, with eyes of atrocity.
In them, I see myself filled with hate.
I see past deeds which began to accumulate.
Accumulate the rage inside my being.
Fueling the fire that should’ve been doused from the beginning.
Now it burns & immolates all around,
Razing everything near me to the ground.
Baba Yaga now lives inside me.
Poisoning my mind with violence & cruelty.
Deranging what’s left of my tranquility.
Dementing the fabrics of my own reality.