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I made a monster out of just a man. He was my lover my man. He was my demon. I was a ball of clay for his hands to mold. To mold my innocence. I was his clay monster to make. I was his halo to break. But with the venomous teeth he gave me, I bit my creator. I bit my teacher. I bit the hand that fed me. He made me small. To cradle in his arms. He made me weak. To break in his hands. He made me small. to make loving me easier. He’s taller than I remember. His shoulders are wider than I remember. His face is rounder than I remember. I remember his hands. how scared they were. I remember his eyes, How they looked like red velvet cake. I remember how my skin grayed. How my eyes dulled. How my hair grew thin. I remember how he changed me. As a clay ball I dryed and I stopped being some beautiful creature. He bit me back with his bigger fangs and arsenic poison. I never got used to the stain. I never built up a tolerance to you burning me. You poked hole in my skin. So I wouldn’t break when you put me under heat. I could feel how you were baking me. Perfecting me. Keeping me forever. So I screamed. I broke free with the wings you mistakenly gave me. I refused to be your monster. And you refused to be my man. My venom built you into a demon. And like a dove I left you. You may of found pleasure in the breakdown of my DNA. But I was ashamed of the monster I made.
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
Clay Monsters
I made a monster out of just a man. He was my lover my man. He was my demon. I was a ball of clay for his hands to mold. To mold my innocence. I was his clay monster to make. I was his halo to break. But with the venomous teeth he gave me, I bit my creator. I bit my teacher. I bit the hand that fed me. He made me small. To cradle in his arms. He made me weak. To break in his hands. He made me small. to make loving me easier. He’s taller than I remember. His shoulders are wider than I remember. His face is rounder than I remember. I remember his hands. how scared they were. I remember his eyes, How they looked like red velvet cake. I remember how my skin grayed. How my eyes dulled. How my hair grew thin. I remember how he changed me. As a clay ball I dryed and I stopped being some beautiful creature. He bit me back with his bigger fangs and arsenic poison. I never got used to the stain. I never built up a tolerance to you burning me. You poked hole in my skin. So I wouldn’t break when you put me under heat. I could feel how you were baking me. Perfecting me. Keeping me forever. So I screamed. I broke free with the wings you mistakenly gave me. I refused to be your monster. And you refused to be my man. My venom built you into a demon. And like a dove I left you. You may of found pleasure in the breakdown of my DNA. But I was ashamed of the monster I made.
Lostkey
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Lostkey
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
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