• broken_glass_words 10w

    The Monster

    A large, gray storm cloud,
    with black eyes that haunt her
    and cold hands that leave bruises
    with each punch and kick.
    Words of hate,
    spoken from teeth that bite,
    a mouth that growls insults,
    and lips that leave poison in her blood.
    Eyes that create a storm of self-hate
    and a longing for inflicted pain.
    I take a pill,
    and the monster stills,
    fading to a fog
    until a new trigger arises.