originally published in Feminine Collective

The monster has a name

The monster has a face

Striding over the tender fields of my soul —

You keep the monster in your heart

You cannot set him free

He runs your mind

Holds your body in the mirror

When is he you? When are you he?

I don’t believe in monsters, but

Here you are

Maybe I’m your monster, too

Maybe we’re joined at the hip, heart, umbilicus

We are one monster, twirling before the sky, laughing at stars,

Daring the moon to cut us apart

The moon won’t be dared

She’s too beautiful in her silver glow

How we love her joyous remove

Up there alone,

Graced by the Universe to

Wax and wane

While we never come or go

Only cling madly to each other

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