…And The Beast

A monster gives chase,
I’m not running away.
A nightmare so common
I stopped fearing.

How can I feel love
when I can’t feel fear?
An element of love
is fearing the loss of it.

I don’t run from the monster,
I don’t dread the monster.
I am the monster,
a monster with no one to fear

…or love.

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