Wednesday, August 25, 2010


I have this thing
inside of me.
Hairy, furious,
blood thirsty thing.
It hides just behind,
my creased forehead.
Crawls around trying to
get outside
through my mouth and
my clawing fingertips.
It makes the blood and
the gore and the horror,
that echo in my ears and stain
my eyes.
I tried to cut it once,
Slice it right out of me.
Brought the razor to my throat
but the moon,
she still wants me,
I, cannot stop me
and I am beginning to enjoy
the screams.


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