Kyle Shield Laster
The Monster's Bath - Poem by Kyle Shield Laster
It plops into the water,
As the steam snaking from the bath
Creates for me a vivid mirage of emotions.
I see anger shudder beneath
The skin of the thing like the
Quake of ripples that own the surface
Of a lake during a summer storm.
Anguish screams in its eyes
Like that of a deer,
Uneducated about the properties of water in winter,
That dares to hop out on that iced lake
Thinking that it's safe until it finds itself
Breaking through to an encounter with death
And the bubbling beneath the ice.
Waves and waves of emotion pass over
The Monster's face as it bathes and I drink them in.
When the heat and steam subside and the monster rises,
I recognize him.
I peak into the bath to see what's left being sucked down the drain,
But a little love remains to help me clean another one of his messes.
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