Unknown Monstrosity

A Poem by Terinee Dozier

Who knew what monstrosity we could brew together. We should be ashamed of ourselves. But I’m glad we aren’t.

Along an easy stream lies a monstrosity

Hungry for entrails and a Master of Entropy

Strange randomness burrows into Her heart

Such is the way of an estranged foster parent

Insistent woods and howling moons dig beneath the ocean’s blood

And yet, pockets of air breathe hope into Her lungs

How cumbersome

She wished She didn’t have lungs to breathe with

Sometimes She hoped for that demon in dreams

That monstrosity tormented her, like an orb weaver beneath the floorboards

Was hope so destined to destroy Her itself?

How dare it force her to bear this child of living cruelty?

In thought of an injustice, She figured it would be easier to move away

Away from it all, it appears

Away from that monstrosity, and away from that angel of entropy

Away from strange heart that burrowed into randomness

Away from that parent of domestics that abuses Her so

Away from the insistent woods and howling ocean beneath the moon’s blood

Or… no, She was wrong

It was quite the opposite

Or… no, She was correct

Everything was the same

Or… no, maybe She was stuck in a limbo

Sinking, sinking, sinking

The gray line was fading with every second

The moons! The howling oceans! No, the howling moons!

What was digging beneath her skin? No, her heart?

Why did this pocket of hope strange her so!

Why did this strangeness fuel her!

This angel of entropy and master of monstrosity!

She could not run

She could not sit

She could not see

She could not hurry from the dusk of dawn

She could not sense out from down and down from left and left from forward

Senses! Senses She said! This injustice was marking her senses for all the world to bear!

Then, it was quiet for a time

Solitude so graciously sweep Her away

And so She would finally sit there in contemplation

Whatever her soul had witnesses was not real

Or maybe it was real, and merely painted its face into the mask of a phantasm

She was calm now, though, so what did it matter anyhow?

Silence.

No one was there to witness such madness of entropy

So She saw it as a fit of unfortunate discrepancies of the mind and body

Subtle illusions meant to stray Her away from Her machinations of dreams

The orb weaver under the floorboards was gone now

She was disheartened that it had left to stalk its prey for She realized their kinship

Pockets of air breathe disparity into Her veins

Insistent floods and purring suns climb above a sea of cloudy fingers

Such is the way of the deceased that had left Her

Familiar tranquility wraps around Her mind

Content in a disaster and a Servant of Order

Along a tempestuous stream lies the seed of humanity

© 2024 Terinee Dozier

Author's Note

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Ern M. Yoshimoto

dramatic! the rhythmic structure is perfect to the beat. it reads like a work of Jacobean theatre. i was waiting for the final reveal of what the monster is, and when it was never named i suddenly remembered the title of the poem. i had quite a harrowing experience with this.