Monster

Sometimes I feel
As though everything inside is
Alive.

A monster throwing itself
At the wrought iron bars
That make up its cage.

Sometimes I feel that if
You came too close
The monster would pull you in.

He would wrap his claws around
Your body and crush you
To pulp.

Sometimes I want you to
Come near enough
But mostly, I hope you don’t.

Because I know
That after tasting your blood
The monster would crave you more

And once you have been inside
I know you’ll want to run
And hide.

But the monster and I
Will miss you sourly
And so,

I hope you don’t.