Princely Monster

Pretty little bird
kept in gilded cage
wings clipped 
unable to fly
sits upon the perch.
I was a fool.
I should have known better
a man such as you
with a woman such as me?
Preposterous!
I saw the way they looked at me
with lust
with disgust
no one would ever fathom
I was not the monster
in this game.
Comely elfin fairy
flit from place to place
staring out of  blanked eyes
smile plastered on face.
The first one
I was stunned.
You swore
you avowed
it would never happen again.
Except that it did.
I learned to move
quiet like
all through out the house.
Solemn
sullen
words condemning
fists coming
I had to hide.
Taken from a hovel
placed upon a stage
everyone knew their lines
I did not.
Gallant prince 
to those in public 
monster in our home
beating me.
©Dec. 20/19
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Slew the Dragon

****7 days****

Tap tap tap
pencil on the table
used to focus my thoughts
words come with reluctance.
I do not want to share.
I do not want sympathy.
I do not want to see your face shutter
unable to comprehend
unable to understand.
I want you to hear
what was done
how I rose to overcome.
Darkness turned into light
tears into smiles
blackness pushed back
as I revel in my truth.
My life.
I dance with abandon
where once I would have been afraid.
Evil pervades
stalwart
inching forward
encroaching
blocking the sunlight
blocking the truth that should have been mine.
Have you ever seen a child
dance under the sky
face lifted
eyes closed
spinning around
certain the earth will catch them
as they fall?
Have you ever seen a child
cower in the corner
eyes turned
closed
not wanting to see
not wanting to feel
desperate to disappear?
Knock on the door
pry open the block in my mind
see the vile ink
pour free.
Monsters
big
small
consumed my heart
my soul.
Now though……
I am taking it back…..
Monster Slayer Supreme.
©Dec. 16/19
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My Titan

Shadows
creep
crawl
infest the corners
dancing under the sheets
pulling on my toes
nibbling on my finger tips.
Monster under the bed
hear him roar
distant rumble
build up of thunder
rolling across the midnight sky
roiling clouds
covered by darkness
he lurks
he hunts
he will come for you.
Creep creep
hear the floor creak
under the covers
tears stuttered
hand over mouth
please
oh please
go by my room.
I hear the snick of the door knob turn
fear
gathers
acid burning my throat
unable to scream
unable to run
I close my eyes
willing myself away from here.
Shush.
Fingers in my hair.
Shush.
My body tightens with fear.
Shush.
Tears gather
mouth opened in silent howl
someone
anyone
help me.
Shush.
Nearly disappeared.
Hidden
kept safe
ignorance
in this case is bliss.
Not a detriment.
Sudden silence
rending
devouring
slice his soul
suck it from his body
consume the ill death that he was
as I peek up.
You save me.
My Monster.
My Friend.
My Fiend.
No fear.
No fear.
Always with me.
©Sept. 9/19
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Mastered Monster

Crimson streaked blackness
beasts within the thicket
salivating
waiting for the thundering feet
horns to the hunt
where or where will the prey be?
Fear acid etched
tangled with pain
lacerations upon hands and feet
sobbing
begging for release
promising anything in return.
Noxious breath
slimed tongue licks down your cheek
‘fly little girl 
fly away
hear not the baying of hounds
hide from me you cannot’
whispered in your ear
shudder of dread spikes hard
as you run.
Eyes straight ahead
fixed firmly on the horizon
where dawn will sometime break
harken not back
to the snarling and the cursing.
Flight of fancy
killing nightmare
debonair
graceful
poised
hook line and sinker
he pulled you in
now…..
‘Run little girl
run away
here I come
Master wants to play.’
©August 21/19
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Thy Name Is……

Sit at the table
sneer on your face
tap your pen
in time to the voices in your head.
Denouncing
goading
whispers of grandeur
look around
can anyone guess?
Do they see?
Behind your eyes
insanity sits.
Power hungry
devouring
jaws agape
news of death
bloodshed
assassination
daily fodder of sustenance.
Behind your smiles
madness held at bay.
Finger on the button
threat of world wars
cajoling works no more.
You are but a jolly monster
slowly appearing between the cracks
delighted with the devastation
that flows and follows you
declaring that this is god’s work.
Stumble you will
fall you shall
when you do
this will hopefully stop
our world’s descent into hell.
©July 10/19
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Monster Emerges

Tiny child
tiny fiend
left to play
left to burn.
Did someone give him the matches
or 
did lightening strike when no one was looking?
Angry
aggressive
growing up
dreams of truth
replaced
dreams of misery
gilded in a world of rusted iron
cages erected by naked women
condemned to build their own crypts.
Flagrant exploitation
chained to mores
of 1929
riots in the streets
no longer productive
police state instituted
for the safety of all.
Reality is…..
it is fear.
Fear of what will happen
when society turns
when someone arises
to make things right
or worse?
his voice wraps itself around
charismatic
promising
swearing
no more carnage
no more abuses
time has come to move forward.
Evil comes in many forms.
Cloaked in pleasantries
promises
shiny baubles
to turn eyes.
Sleight of hand
watch close for the mirage
see what he wants
not what he is doing.
Blinded by charisma
desperate for hope
easy to believe a charlatan
better then having to make a choice.
Be responsible.
Make a change.
Give up self worth
so one can claim ignorance.
Beware the viper 
within your hand
for when it strikes
there will be mayhem. 
©June 27/19
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Monster under the Bed

Writhing beneath
hidden
black ooze
creeping
clinging
coating the walls
as escape is sought.
Mind tortures
memories
bitter tasting
invade all aspects
pushing me into a corner
teeth bared
rabid with fear
trying to protect myself.
Falling down the rabbit hole
hallucinations
dream like state
wrought in fear
sanity of mine
it is at stake.
I am lost
deep beneath
wandering
seeking sunshine
life
not this death of soul
of heart
of humanity
changing me to a monster
the one that I never sought.
Deep within this vault
secrets
desires
dreams
whisps of nightmares
all stirred together
making the cauldron
boil and bubble.
Vicious screams
ripping through the night
no longer am I simple
no longer am I that girl
I have become…..
the monster under the bed
the one feared 
the one seeking justice
the one lurking in the mirror
the one burnishing the silver blade.
©May 15/19
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