Everyone expected a monster,
but I didn't
They were looking for the poison ivy
Their noses ready for the noxious fumes,
when all I could smell was salt
All expected the green monster to claw her way out of my throat,
to jump on his back
I did not expect a monster,
Yet here she is.
Not the color of growing Mother Earth, no.
This monster was sulfur, lightning, and rose thorns
Rusted red and strong in her gaze, this monster clung to me
They looked for a choking green, but my monster?
My monster was a red that screams