I could be your little monster
You could keep me in a jar on a shelf
Some days I feel so small that is it suiting that I be a possession and belong to someone else
With a gap-toothed grin I promise when you let me out
(on those rare occasions…)
I won’t bite. Too hard.
Because even little creatures like to be held
We like to be reminded that there is more than what’s going on inside our-self
(These vile synapses that control mutinous urges)
Maybe you could even train me
Suck out the poison that ails me
Be-rid of my anxiety..
For it has become all-encompassing
If you’d let me be your monster