Monster

Monster just before the kill corner of eye mirror shard piece of something i had sculpted from betrayals beatings in the pit of my nightmares what are you? i turned to stare: “I am the Monster made in your image beaten boy abandoned baby till death do I march in defense of schemes here at your bequest roots of shattered dreams do not mock me I protect you from the knife of pleasure lodged at the core of black disaster, who but I will suture your shattered soul keep falsehoods true and innocence unbattered? hideous kiss upraised hand black and blue fists and you I will devour the broken promise fissured failure foul and fuming I am the cradle you spun round your pain I am hero in nothing but stain, do not judge me I have served you I have kept you sane.” just before the kill my monster turned to terrorize assailants assassins, perpetrators of doom heartless nurturer in a crushed room i cried and cried cried and cried until breath twisted pleading choking what when how will I survive? just before the kill just Him and me who will decide how it will be the Monster ran and ran and ran quicksand, concrete roiling seas thrashing, lashing foaming groaning till even It lay spent and moaning limp in my arms fearsomeness withdrew the scales of time shed dreams anew and i who thought i hated Him let truth be known that Ugliness is Absence and cradled tenderly, He was beautiful too.