Yes, there is a monster in you,

I can see it in your left eye,

its claws sharp, beckoning, dangerous

and demented as its scratches

along the iris, leaving lines that seep

out the pale red of humanity

that it affords you, that the monster,

cunning and deceitful allows you too feel.

 

I see the monster and hear it growl and laugh,

I experience suffering

as I try my damndest to pull away

from the stare, the fixated point of lascivious

longing that comes with natural ardour.

I am frightened of you, I desire

to see the monster writhe and sweat;

I am conflicted by contradictions,

the peace and the war that rage

equally in my mind.

 

There is only one course of action

that remains open to me, I will

seize the monster and tame it,

keeping its snapping jaws, piranha covered alien,

away from my throat

as I kiss it tenderly and without mercy.

 

Ian D. Hall 2016