Monster

A Poem by Poetic Tuesday

To: Me From: Me Subject: Me

It arose from the
Crystalline shadows,
Stalking through my
Subconscious, digging
In and rooting its
Bloody talons as it
Walked.

Its eyes are jewels
Of deceit; unaligned
Teeth the color of
Heartache. It's tall
Enough to crush you
And small enough to
Sometimes be nothing
More than a
Nagging voice in
The back of your
Mind.

It is strong; it
Can tear down
Anything in its path,
Be it the paper
Swans or sinking
Skyscrapers. But
It is also weak;
Just weak enough
That if I were
To scream in its
Face, it would
Only turn
Away.

It loves to watch
People suffer. It
Giggles at death
And laughs at
Agony. It dislikes
Many things, and
Only fears one
Thing.

It returns to
The place from
Which it came every
Morning, when the
Sunlight is just too
Much.

(It fears my fake
Strength at day.)

It returns each
Night to play
The game
Again.

(It is only afraid
Of who I am
Trying to become.)