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The Obsidian Theater II: Monsters of the Void

Hello again, and welcome to tonight’s program

 

 

A wonderful show it is, for you that is…

 

A beautiful imbalance of provocative wonders

 

Simmered together in an elixir of intoxication

 

The modern day alchemist roams the night for the eyes of sensuality

 

 

The midnight occupiers of the everlasting void

 

 

A world you understand but can’t comprehend

 

 

A life you comprehend but don’t understand

 

 

The unsaid pleasures of private fantasy

 

 

The untold fantasy of malevolent pleasures

 

 

 

Please come in

 

 

Don’t be shy

 

 

We’re all here

 

 

Waiting for you

 

 

Yes this way

 

 

Keep walking till you see the door

 

 

Yes

 

 

This is the door

 

 

The door for you

 

 

16

 

 

Room 16

 

 

It’s unlocked

 

 

It’s ok

 

 

Please

 

 

Walk in

 

 

This is your door

 

 

This is your mind

 

This is your door to your mind

 

 

Room 16

 

 

 

Where were you when you were 16?

 

 

Do you remember that one night that changed everything?

 

That one girl?

 

That one boy?

 

Finding yourself….did it happen?

 

 

Did you feel misunderstood?

 

Or

 

Did you misunderstand others?

 

 

I remember only too well.

 

 

The stories I faced

 

The ridicule I endured

 

 

“You need to be punished” said the stepfather-person, “But since you think you are old enough to make your own decisions, here’s one for you. Now it’s either you or your cat. I can either gut you or gut your cat…decide now, Which of you doesn’t get gutted?”

 

 

I look up at my little cat, squeezed underneath his massive arm

 

I didn’t put it past him that he would hurt me in an unimaginable way

 

 

I point to myself, saying that I didn’t want to be gutted.

 

 

“Wow.” The stepfather-person says, “You must not love your own pets. Some person you’ll turn out to be.”

 

He tosses the cat to the ground and leaves to his room.

 

 

The next day the cat is gone.

 

 

What cruel manifestations we are of all our sins

 

What dark creatures we are, yet we are terrified of the monsters underneath our bed

 

 

The monsters in the other room

The monster that sits at your dinner table

The monster that beats your mother

The monster that kicks you into a bookshelf

The monster that strangles you

The monsters

 

 

The monsters we all have the potential to become

 

 

But do we?

 

 

I’d like to think that some of us can become angels instead

 

Not monster or demons

 

But some do

 

In fact

 

Many of us do

 

Many of us become the monsters we covet.

 

What are you?

 

This has been tonight’s program. We’d like to thank the academy and all who made this possible: Quarters, Jimi Hendrix, Ronald Dahl, Marilynn Monroe, Bret Easten Ellis, watches, Eastern Promises, A history of Violence, Daniel Day Lewis, Rebecca Hall, Cocteau Twins, tomatoes, graphic novels, There will be blood, red gel pens, gold frames and all the little people.

 

Thank you and please visit us again.

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Written by
trevor-gates
26 / M / American
Published
Jan 16, 2013
Lines·Words
66·476
Notes

Not really a poem, but a writing exercise I developed. I treat it as monologue directed to an unknown audience/reader.

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