MONSTER

Not so long ago, you weren’t even a thought in my onlyness. Captured by the wheres and whens, I was devoured by my existence. How much, how red, how true. Sad, really. That overgrown monster in my head, controlling the puppet strings. Right leg, left leg, right brain, left brain, right, wrong. But that longing, built up decade after decade, was slowly pushing its head toward the surface. That hunger and breathlessness could no longer be contained in the small dark box, hidden from my consciousness. As I opened my mouth, I closed my eyes behind me and walked away.