Author Information
Monster
Folder:
A Little Black Book
His idle fists lay exposed to a fire
Something he will never grasp
And as he sells his thick promises
Growing into curses
the blazing windows shatter
the monster laughs
He towers over the guarded land
Thinned lips gripping paths
He walks for you
He speaks through you
until there’s nothing left
Capturing what he can
He lays his head
Watching broken eyes
as they stare at him
Waiting for their mistaken chance
to kill the monster
