My Monster

My monster eats my legs

He sews my eyes shut

He bores a hole through my skull

And siphons off dreams

Funnels them to Africa, to keep the people’s hopes alive

He grabs my weaknesses and inflates them with lies

They are balloons that grow and grow

They press me

So I cannot breathe

My monster grabs my hand and grabs the pen

And shows me where to write the pain

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