Soul Behind the Monsters

Tired of waiting for my life to begin

Again, reset, resend, renter, rescind, enliven

Light of day reflecting in her eyes

I want to pray

That prayer that the root is not burrowing for concrete

Poured years ago surrendered to protect

Ensure the soil’s leach does not breech

What is left

Like a soul in hibernation holding out in art 

Sanctuary from dependence sequestered

Angry and afraid hermetic and vagabond

Walking for every flavor but love

Sipping in life and never getting drunk

Trading the alcohol for a sober airwave

Hearing the quiet space of a suburban street

Like nails scrapping chalky skin

Drawing horror and ecstasy in the space within

A woman fighting to be two things at once

Alone and not; I too have fed the beast

And this is what is left

Remnant chunks of hamstrings and chest

Muscles soaked in a bloody mess

Dance with me tonight; sway under this moon

Watch this lycanthrope transform at a vampire’s kiss

Eat me alive or murder me whole

I have been this beast for years

There is no damage in your decision

Unless your emotions mix and cure us both to plainness

No more fur or flight or fangs

The whiteness of sunrise and moon fall

Glaring that we are looking straight into blue eyes

Accepting the challenge to be the soul behind the monsters