monsters, monstrous


you are.

your eyes chain themselves to my beauty and drain me dry, hot acid hissing into my skin. you boil and burn away but you stun me beyond my sight so I can see that I am ugly. i say you grasp, but you are shame, and shame cannot chain the way i choose. "don't wait," i whisper. i know you didn't turn me, i just turned, but not to you. my face screams at silence because i don't know who to blame, and my mouth sees the whispers i can only bear when you are there.

i am.