The Monster
The Monster
It's growling,
Hungering for its next meal-- four courses of me
Waiting for me to surrender
Pacing the now weak cage that holds it
Licking its chops with eager excitement
I'm trembling,
Fearing that it will find a way out...
Knowing that I hold the keys to unlock the cage
But wondering if I can keep myself from doing the dreadful task
Understanding the monster will haunt me forever
It snaps,
I jump back—- a small trickle of blood on my hand.
It loves the taste, and his dreadful eyes smile
I am in a terrible predicament
Wanting but being repulsed by the worst thing about me
I don’t want to show it—my FEAR
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