From One Monster To Another

It is shine and elegance I lack as I peel back my fingernails and share with you my filth.

I spin tales for the depraved and nasty. Their crooked smiles sharp with wit and venom.

I bruise my knuckles for the lost boys left to wander, breaking my chains in haste so that I may join their pack.

I sing love songs to the wives who lie untouched while I count their breaths from beneath their beds.

So raise a glass and splash the rye to commemorate this monstrosity brewing.

Author's Note

For your reading pleasure.

Enjoy.

Reviews

[hcarson]

Hells bells, love this one!! Words just flow lovely yet...dark...peel back my fingernails...loved that line...made me cringe haha!! Only difference i would make is the last line i would change "in us" to "within us" but thats just me...beautiful vile 😉 tooe marks

[Xuru]

Glad you enjoyed this.

Thank you Carson for the read.

[Shannon]

The dark side of human nature.
I really like this stanza:
I bruise my knuckles for the lost boys left to wander, breaking my chains in haste so that I may join their rat pack.
But wonder if 'rat' interrupts the flow. And brings to mind pop culture references that don't fit.

[Xuru]

Will definitely think about it, need more constructive criticism on this site to be completely honest.

[Shannon]

Well, it's been a while since I wrote that. I think a balance between supportive and constructive good.

I read again and would still give the same feedback. ☺️