Poem 22

The monster appears

Fighting out

Pressing the heart

Before teasing it out.

Green eyes

Envy running through

Each pulsating beat

Chasming you

From me and my hatred

The lurking crow

Biting and punching

Better you don’t know.

Missing pieces

Pretending to be

A wholesome smile

With daggered teeth.

The monster I am

Appears at a call

Appears at a touch

And now it is all

I ever do see

In the mirror and light

A monster I am

Not just in the night.

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