Monster

the bristles on the brush scratch the scare out of my head. I scratch the scare off. Do the right monsters get away with their

evil

Do the best smothered monsters make the best scares

does the evil scurry away when the monsters come out to collect the bounty

Scurry away like a rat

Like my ratty hair

Goblin-cooked ratty hair, knotty, naughty

you’re such a sweetheart. Slut. I’m a morning person in the same way the cartoon coyote gets the road runner

Morning person. Slut.

my hair smells like how sweet tarts taste

My hair is wrapped around your throat

“I love you, monster,” silky thighs whispers to me.

Monster speaks for me.

Monster.

I have no one to scratch my head

To get the goblin cooked out of my hair.

I’m a misshapen statue and yet my body is Venus

A 15th century painting

But the canvas is wrapped in my long black hair

Mermaid-stolen, sea-salt from the cold sweat. Sweat. Slut.

Monster. I open to bite but it comes out like a song. A song with a knife, it cuts off my tongue.

Monster. Deep, dripping, bloody sea.

I am engorged by the Moon’s ancient anger, like a soft, deadly angel

Oh soft deadly Angel,

Please let me die.