Monster

A Poem by terriblerosey

Art can be destructive

What have I done?
How could I know?
That wondrous beauty
Could hurt you so
You say it’s alright
It’s only art
Then how did it possibly
Tear us apart
The crater is open
The tension is thick
Which one should jump?
The one who’s most sick
I guess that’d be me
The one who had spawned
An angel so touching
The victim has longed
A monster so vile
The maker has wronged