Monsters

pretty morbid.

flirting with my monster is all it takes
to slowly spiral and settle into

the lair of its appetizing control.

 

control is what ocillates back and forth

flaunting facades of total dominance

and safety that tear and swallow me whole.

 

whole pieces of a disapearing life

disapear into the depths of dungeons,

imprisoned in this battle of sickness.

Author's Note

I actually stuck with a syllable pattern on this one

Reviews

[r. f. jordan]

often i am consumed by my own monster of self-importance. this is a wonderful piece that i believe encapsulates how stubbornness can have me causing destruction to myself. i may be saying too much of my own faults, but the unifying joy of this piece is that this a universally human flaw. "flirting with my monster is all it takes" is an excellent opening. we are reminded that we can seduce ourselves into "facades of total dominance" that play out in all kinds of relationships that become "battles of sickness", riveting work.

[Diwakar - "The Warrior ..]

nice one :-)

[Distant horizons]

Nicely done. Spirals into despair filled fear chillingly well.