Monster
Quietly creeping, imbedding its self in ones mind. Hiding in the deepest corner it can find
waiting for the perfect moment to spring its trap. To wipe away what feels right, it consumes
you. Your thoughts and feelings make you hollow inside, your skin crawls and you wish to
jump from your skin and expose the monster running thru your veins, to bore itself into
your very soul. You can feel it winding its way from top to bottom circling back knowing your
about to lose control. Damn you.
Copyright © Jessica Stepanovsky | Year Posted 2009
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