Cradled by claws
Maybe I love monsters because they are dangerous
Maybe I love horror because it’s scary
Maybe I love abandoned places because they are haunted
Maybe I love violence because it makes me feel alive
Or maybe I love them because someone else loves them
Because if you can find something to love in the mold and blood and sharpness and pain
Then someone can find something to love in me
Maybe when people are in awe of the beauty of evil and dilapidation
Then they will find it in me
Maybe if I can find comfort in poison and death
I can find it in your arms









