usually, when you see a monster, you feel their pearly incisors clenching into your swelling body, and by every last puff of breath you believe you have always lived in terror. you were never one to believe that a person would live in perfect fantasy and in secluded solemn blood and insecurities. by each wrenching moment of your thoughts scanning every terrifying featured appendage and nature, "i want to become free" sows through your tongue and winds itself out like raggedy ann.

the monster i live with stands at 6"1' in white converse. his irises are like black holes that suck in any opportunity to tell you that you are a beautifully constructed being of chromosomes. they listen to every obligatory complement they can consume and take away from you. i don't understand how, but it seems like he grows a meter taller while i keep still next to him in my little polka-dot pink pyjamas. he smells of nicotine. my entire body is being closed into his traffic jam of cold veins and pale skin, and his fingers lose themselves. every inch feels frozen like god had silenced it.

i want to become free.