Brutal is the monster who doesn’t even know my name.
The man who devoured me.
Ate away my soul.
Day after day.
Only for loving you.
Ate Me Away
“Monsters are fake!”
“Monsters are fake!” She yells at her mom.
Her mom stares at her five year old daughter with a smirk and an evil look in her eyes, “No, honey. They’re not…” she whispers. “Look around you…” she grabs her daughter’s arm as her daughter lets out a scream.
Her mom’s grip was tight and bruising her arm. She was being dragged to a mirror.
“See!” her mother yells. “Look in there! Now don’t you see a monster!?”
The girl looks at herself in the mirror, crying. She did see a monster. Two in fact. One holding the other by the arm.
(another piece of writing I did in my past)
Freeing the Mind and Defining the Body 