A Monster

Heresy,

Hypocrisy,

Raving maniacal,

Clavicles below a mind tyrannical

Fear of monsters as a child, explained away with light,

This monster I assure exists; it knows no affliction, I can attest to this, 

Fleeting

Are the drops

Of blood

As they fall from

Calloused palms

Bathing

Briefly

Daily repeating

Behind covered barriers

I steady the fingers

Focus attention to the man

The undead collaboration

Of a demon and a wretched whore

Adrenalin surges as each atrocity concludes

I wish to turn my head and gulp away the nausea,

But turn it won’t, as oddly tasting saliva drains down my throat,

I fear he’ll find me, in hiding,

Recruited then I’d be