Monsters

It's hard to tell, honestly,

if you or I

was the monster first.

But in the end, 

I found out,

we were all monsters.

So miraculous really. 

All the vampires, werewolves,

neck-bolted monsters,

green scaly creatures.

Searching for life,

like philosophers, 

masquerading as romantics,

wine-tasters, garbage men

grunge-punk rockers, all monsters.

Maybe we got mixed up,

and the creatures from 

storybooks are us in another life,

and this is us magicked away.

Maybe that bitter wizard, 

or his pesky apprentice

were being little s***s

up in their magic tower,

again.

In any case, you can try

and tear me to pieces,

But I'm a monster like you,

And my skin is thick,

my fur warm, my heart big.

I think I can take it.

Reviews

[just_teague]

I think I peed my pants reading your fourth stanza. Nice going, mister. Start publishing more of your work.