Monster

a poem of potent prose

You created your monster

You did an excellent job

Congratulations

Felicitations

For all that you’ve robbed

You broke her down

But not to restore

You pulled her apart

And created rot to her core

Do you hear those words?

Rot to her core

Like a discarded piece of fruit

All its goodness drained

Its sweetness turned to ferment

Its nourish evaporated into nothingness

The apple doesn’t discard itself

It’s bitten and gnawed and chewed and then thrown to the side

Out of the way

Too insignificant  to even take to the garbage bin

Not worth the trip

Pfffttt

Next time you see it, it will repulse you

This fruit of your labour

I want to write a retaliation

I want to say

Hey, whatever, you have no grip

I’m ok

But I can’t say this

Not really. Not truthfully

Not yet

Because you

Congratulations

Felicitations

You created your monster

You did an excellent job