The Monster

is under my bed
for no other reason
than he likes the dark.
The Monster has no 
name, has no god. 
The only reason 
The Monster exists is 
to bite your mouth.
He bites it by reminding
you of the most horrific
incident in your life.
He bites you by scaring
your bee-stung body 
with threats of a wasp.
The Monster is in the
shape of whatever insect
will kill you fastest.
Do not dream of a world
where creatures will
coexist peacefully. 
The Monster is a serial
murderer, is an arsonist
with three blowtorches.

 — forthcoming, No Surrender 
 — (Penguin, 2018)

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