Dark Forest Prompt

Cave of the grotesque

Prime evil

Primeval 

My flashlight is a weapon

the only games that scare me

are the ones where I'm unarmed

where you have nothing to do 

but hide beneath the tables

and run when the monster's back is turned

Primeval

an ancient noise comes from my throat

neither scream, which suggest terror,

nor purely the rage I want to exhibit

a mixing noise of echo and metal

against concrete

Whatever

primeval thing is here

Is here in opposition

and thus must die

I have a plan

You see, it isn't murder

if done

in self

defense

Primeval plans

Place the batteries in its mouth

gnash its teeth down with my hands

til the poison fluid spills down

its chin and bleeding maw

Brain is most lovely as a verb

I raise high my torch

and help it fall

with a satisfying crack

of metal snapping bone

and meat

Primeval

I remove the bulb from my lamp

break it painfully on the wall

against a painted elder face

take the glass against the flesh

create my own fearsome art

with blood, my own and its,

as eyeshadow, stain and rouge.

You see,

it isn't murder

if it's done in self defense

and who knows what that man- that monster

had in store for me.

"She was asking for it," 

they told me once.

So I did.

When they ask me what I've done.

"He was asking for it,"

I'll say,

"Wandering about at such an hour,

And all dressed up like that."