How to Kill A Monster

What a monster
a self serving,
Desperate,
Vacuum of what a person used to be.

Just stay away... there's nothing to see here.
The plug has been pulled,
his breaths will deepen because they know they must savor their last few minutes with the air.
In...
out...
In...
...out

I'm sorry that I am weak.
I'm sorry that some of you may never know how much this monster loves you.
Hidden inside this industrial cage is a space where life used to churn.
Thick.
Layered.
Wild.

Now only a space.

Abandoned by the ones who know how to predict the weather of a monster;
the monster moves in as often as the clouds consume a bay.
A chill,
Almost in a beautiful way.

Be smart!
Beauty is fooling.
There is nothing beautiful about a monster,
he is a storm.
He is a force.
Ugly & tragic.
Turn,
Walk toward the sun, never looking back.

If no one is looking at the monster who thrives on the thoughts behind those looks then thrive he will not.
The claws at your back may scratch and break skin, but stand strong and stare away for it won't be long.
Monsters only seem to be strong.

"Goodnight dark monster. You lie still int he valley. Silence told us, as we stare forward into the light of the sun."

Daniel May

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