The Monster Knows

Hands running through her hair

Clothes strewn across the floor

Crouched against the holed wall

Wild eyes trained on the door

 

Thoughts, miles up the twisted road

Soul, lost in this mess just made

Cowering in the presence of what she was

Debts just past, scary and unpaid.

 

Someone will open the door

Punish her for what moments ago

Some stranger did,

Monster wore her face though.

 

They can shout and damage

This long lost lonely soul

But impulsiveness has

no conscience or control

 

They will only hurt the good

Left after the monster goes

Push it till it’s twisted ugly too,

This: the monsters knows.

 

So he laughs aloud

As they hurt the wrong one

They have to do something,

So once more he’s won.

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