THE MONSTER
She crushes me
in her
voluminous tentacles
squeezing,
squeezing,
squeezing,
the very life
out of me.
But, wait
she is not
done.
She dallies,
teasing me
with brief surcease
but again
she resumes
her specialty.
To create
unending,
eternal,
horrific,
undeniable,
pain.
Her gift
if you can
call it that,
is to
not kill
me
but
to make
me stronger
in ways
I do not
yet know.
How special
is that?
