they call it the Little Green Monster,
but it is way worse.
to give it a name creates personality.
it has none.
it isn’t anything.
except maybe the worst thing in the world.
butcher of blissful days.
turmoil of silent nights.
death of acquitted life.
an entity that obliterates relationships.
this endearing little green monster we speak about
is nothing what it seems,
it is something blinding and murderous.
it kills.
the love,
the laughter,
the pleasure.
it eliminates our humanity
and turns us into a monster ourselves.
this Little Green Monster is a vexation in life
that is yet to be exterminated.