The Damsel & The Demon is a poetry/fantasy story hybrid (verse novel) meant to be an allegory for the healing process, whether that be healing from addiction, a toxic relationship, a traumatic event, or anything in between. Valerie drew inspiration from her personal struggle with obsessive compulsive disorder and anorexia to create this Allegory for Healing through the lens of the main character, Daphne. For both Daphne and Valerie, fleeting feelings can only exist as fixations, and the rhythmic stanzas of an internal dialogue, playing like poetry, is the conduit between the mentally disordered author and the hexed protagonist of this story. There is so much beauty in healing, but healing is still ever so messy, uncovering darkness where we expected light and vice versa. Determined to create this massive poem with no help from search engines or AI, Valerie made it her mission to come up with every rhyme on her own; turning to the internet for help was forbidden. As a result, The Damsel & The Demon is an authentic fantastical dark fairytale scripture rich with revelations and an aim to help readers everywhere see themselves in the damsel archetype as well as the ailment they struggle to separate from in the demon.
Valerie Parente is a writer and artist from Massachusetts whose bodies of work often explore the theme, “Finding beauty in darkness” and general mental health awareness.
They told me to face my demons but my demons have the same face as me so I looked myself in the mirror and said “you don’t scare me” on repeat.
Funny how I possess these demons within myself yet they come out to possess me getting sick was a summoning by accident deciding to heal was a summoning purposefully.
Like a ritual, the darkness resurfaces but you’ll realize, through this hell that you are also your own guardian angel because only you can save yourself.
How many people roam around the world trying not to be triggered because the everyday man in the everyday trance doesn’t understand that the recovery phase isn’t the same as unfazed.
It creeps up on you these triggers in the middle of a good day with a smile on your face but you’re not okay and the others don’t have a clue that there’s a weapon inside of you in the shape of a thought waiting to be set off.
Therein lies the trickiness of mental illness; it’s invisible to everyone else so we never know when we trigger it.
But there’s a beauty in you that should be mentioned; that you don’t go around the world being unaffected.
Your triggers make you human through and through because what is a flawless mind but a lesser version of me and you.
Mermaid Hair & A Little Black Dress by Valerie Parente
Mermaid hair and a little black dress one for my inner child one for her last breath.
Because I wasn’t ready to grow up just yet so when I felt wronged I found poetic justice.
They said “what do you want to be when you grow up?” and I said “a girl with mermaid hair” for all the times as a kid that I was too scared of the fateful hour glass and its ground of sand so I stuck my head in the clouds not all quite there regressing and digressing into my own fairy tale.
They said “dress as the impression you want to give” so I wore a little black dress ’cause black goes with everything and I’m an artist breaking down reality so it all makes sense to little kid me and the woman she respects so that one fateful day the heart in my chest will end its marathon with little to no regrets.
Numb numb numb then like a flood I felt it all grief, guilt, but most of all the feeling of being loved and I could never be mad at the way my loved ones loved me when I was incapable of feeling sorry because they were the ones that cared when I was too scared and they cried cried cried like a flood in dry air.
I feel it all now for all those times that I caused pain and I just want my support system to know the love was never in vain the storm clouds are gone but I am here, I remain and I am more grateful than a flower is to rain.
Why be a damsel in distress when you can be a warrior princess? Be your own champion instead of just waiting. Get up and take action and feel a new kind of passion that does not heat or cool on the whim of a man’s mood.
If you’re proud and poised dictated by your own choice they say you’re a tramp because you don’t belong to a man so screw being appraised by your last, not first name. You are entitled when provoked, swing the sword on your own!
You are not to apologize to settle or compromise for the system thrust forth the moment you were born. You were always a warrior deep down that’s why they created a crown to distract you with a wish to be a trophy to those you kiss.
It may sound crazy but in this world it’s an act of bravery to dare to feel beautiful without a man’s approval. You are a warrior princess exquisite just because you exist as you, your own being despite what fairytales were preaching.
They said “Get a grip!” but I wouldn’t listen because my favorite place used to be in my head but that wasn’t a place it was a method of coping with all that remained unsaid in the real world when I felt abandoned so I taught myself to daydream instead.
It wasn’t until that grip loosened I learned who I was and felt alive again. I was able to create when I’d reflect and it was actually better than I could ever imagine. No more make believe no more need to pretend flesh and bone was superior even if it bled.
You are my totem my rhyme and reason the thing that reminds me that I am human. You are my awakening my reality check the thing that made it all begin to make sense.
You are now my favorite place an existence I can understand and when they say “get a grip” I will hold onto your hand.
The False Promise of the Damsel in Distress by Valerie Parente
I don’t think enough girls were taught the difference between being in love and being obsessed, so many stories of womanhood were really stories of sickness, that to attract a man you have to be a damsel in distress, that happily ever after was the goal and your journey before was meaningless.
They taught us that pity means he endlessly cares and that negative attention means love is in the air. They said there has to be an obstacle you can only overcome with him there, that your accomplishments are null unless a prince witnessed the despair.
So here’s to the girls who broke their own hearts taking on the damsel archetype before adulthood could even start. We are not ruined beyond repair, we’re just a little scarred; may we raise our daughters as we raise our bars.
She feels the pull of light in equal amounts the full fledged growth from a garden she’s planting now.
They say it’s a green thumb but it’s more like a claw on her hand the one she used to scrape the dirt then watch the seeds turn to plants.
This is no burial it’s a call to rise for a girl to become the woman like a flower growing towards the light.
That light is her future self smiling from above a perfect reflection of the frown she came from.
This pull she felt since she was young, it was always in her view and the only thing that is with you 100% of the time… make no mistake, it is future you.