Monsters

by Raven Heidrich about a month ago in surreal poetry

Who are the real monsters?

Monsters
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Monsters are bumps in the night.

I cannot help but stop and look at the soulless vampirism.

Does it make you shiver?

Pay attention to the succubus,

the succubus is the most sensual devil of all.

Now carnal is just the thing,

To get me wondering if the succubus is sultry.

I saw the horrifying machine of my generation destroyed,

How I mourned the cyborg.

Down, down, down into the darkness

Gently it goes - the atrocious, the ugly, the alarming.

But none more monstrous than the men.

The men that conquer and raid and cage

The men that kill and thrill

Do they belong in a cage?

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