You created this monster.
Mindless wandering,
ever searching
a craving of human flesh.
It is never satisfied,
it has no feelings,
doesn’t care who it has to hurt
in its endeavors to replace
what is rotting.
This creature is horrifying,
decaying, continuously feeding,
infecting, spreading
this disease to those who come too close.
There is no cure for this being,
no heart.
But once she was whole,
human,
and happy,
and blended with the rest of us.
Unaware was she, this being,
of the heartache that would erase
the memory of what life was like before.
There was love,
and smiles,
and a hopeful future.
Once, this being was beautiful
but, now, lies left her broken;
marred her, changed her,
darkened her.
Blinded by regret,
haunted by loneliness,
taunted by pain.
You poisoned her with your filth
and stole her heart.
In return, she torments others
continuing the cycle,
spreading the sickness.
And you,
you created this monster.
-Bethany Joy
written in 2010