Mimicking-Abstract Nouns Journal

Journal 4:
So Beth began to live in denial. Denial, that lion with claws dripping with defiance who waited in the night ready to pounce. The proud one who lived in a cage like a box without slits to it, and without an escape. What need does denial have for an escape, and what light can shine in his place? He crouches in his cage that sits in the shadows. Crouches restless and concentrated all night with his claws out, waiting for the key to release him. Been crouching ever since he was caged in a way that he would have to stay until let go. She was bound to feel a tear from his claws inside her at any moment. She was angry and hurt too. Poor Beth! He ought to be strung up by his toes. She stood with him in service so that he might seek repentance, but Steve did not. That majestic being could handle all things, but seemed distant at this time. He'd be forgiven just as soon as that demon left his body. He didn't need to say sorry. That's what he thought. But her heart told her the opposite, so she understood. And then if he didn't, the next morning she knew what she had to do, because the children began to see the stress and anger in the walls of the tiny apartment. The children who dared not go into the place where tensions were high and they did not go into the bedroom. Just sat behind the door and listened. Rejection, that clawing lion, had been unleashed.