Chasing the Monster in Me
I chase his pain down dark alleys
He thinks I want to protect
In reality I want to collect it
Like shiny things in a basket
Each slice a balm to my own anguish
Needing to see torment in his eyes
Knowing what I want from him
Him being ignorant to the truth
To long for solace from me
But my proffered consolation
Is a mask to hide my feeding
His discomfort gets me through
Brings me clarity to last the night
A reason to get up in the morning
To stave off the darkness that
To see the black eyes and
Selfishness just under the surface
As an addict craves the nothing
That just makes me want more
More than anyone has ever cared
But that doesn’t keep me from wanting the next blow
That will bring tears to his eyes and
Make him need me that much more.
(I forgot that I hadn’t published my other Wincest poem here yet. My brain is like a sieve.)