I have been a monster
consumed people
mainly women
destroying them from
the inside out
taking my pleasure with
no regard
confident, arrogant,
unthinking
then I was alone in a
jail cell for a year
my self-serving ways
wormed around in my gut
released to uncertainty
I was the wounded bird
the heal me cripple kid
looking for nurturing
tenderness to forgive
my monstrosities
clinging to attachment to
a reflection of
redemption and practice
at being the beast
without consequence
hiding away all those
masculine thoughts
thinking they only lead
to pain
but riding this empty
mono-rail
the pain was the same
Do not mistake my tameness
the why I hesitate
as unknowing
I dare not too.
it is knowing
that I can destroy you
too
and would enjoy every
bit of it
but maybe it’s my
turn to be destroyed
so I can
be a born again
masochist
dangling from meat
hooks in your kitchen
I have no center to
give
it was a lie
all I have are edges
sharp edges
to bleed on
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