genevieve moncada · Jul 3, 2012
my monster inside

I grapple with my insides.
I'm pretty sure my brain is turning inside out.
I lean over the bathroom sink,
Breathing with my eyes closed.
Her legs like splinters,
All those memories flash behind my eyes.
She's seeping into me.
She is.
She is filling all those cracks with HERSELF
And pushing
Pushing my thoughts out
Herself in

And all of a sudden,
I fold.
Laying on the cold tile,
I feel it.
My skin flashes green,
To matching my eyes.
Black spikes erupt from my spine,
Down my arms and
My nails turn black.
Fangs sprout from my green
Gums.
I scream,
No longer myself.

I am the green monster.
I am jealous.

 
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