I can feel you looking at me
is it me you seek?
Do you think that frail girl still lives somewhere under this
you battered me into being.
Building me on scar tissue and misdirection…
Does that bother you,
does it stir like a skittish rodent in the corner of your mind?
Finally I raise my eyes…..
The monster gazes back at you and you recognize each other.
Made me, did you?
I was nothing without you?
Times change
and even wet sand can be formed if the conditions are met
if the determination is mixed into a fuel of rage and 
pitiless drive.
I am a monster,
it’s true,
but then so were you.
I just did it better…….



About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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One Response to Monster

  1. ailsacawley says:

    So close to the bone. Utterly beautiful and truthful. I kind of wish I couldn’t relate to it so well!! ❤

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