Monster Poem by Stefanie Fontker

Monster,
With your teeth sharp
You do feast, feed
Annihilate
Pretty, ugly thing
You sell me, not yourself
Your eyes do prey,
They only see in the dark
When you crawl inside me
Mouth first, nails sharp
Scratching away at my lungs
Lips around my heart
Unable to feel, to love
It is not a replacement
For your lost possession
I know you
So well, too well
Eat, eat, and kill
As I shudder, dead, or dying
I would rather you clutch
My hand, than my throat