monster

beating heart worn as a warding mask:

bloody red poetry

smeared on the dilapidated

smile of a forever child.

 

rusty nail thorns jut

viceroy threats

from a busted center.

 

stain glass eyes wave

martyr flags from shallow graves.

 

I am the monster you made me.

 

dead-walking through your veins,

etching cryptic nursery rhymes into your bones;

 

internal belly itch

whines like ancient feedback

until your ears beg to be cut away.

 

echoes of shadow-cloaked sins;

giveaway howl of the aces up your sleeves.

you may kill my body and leave it to rot,

but my words are eternal bone spurs in your falling heel.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

everything that is made can be unmade; just ask any black whole

[Amy Bumpas]

This is creepy, and could be based on some type of horror movie...

[Kerry O'Connor]

Great response to the create a monster challenge... everyman is monster enough.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Beautiful monster.