the monster

People believe that monsters are figments of one's imagination. That they're big, scary, furry or out-of-this-world ugly in terms of their appearance. 

Many don't stop to consider that sometimes, however, people can take on the form of monsters, especially when what's on the inside of them can no longer be controlled to stay there. Those emotions must come out, and so must the monster.

I know a monster...who does his best to hide in the shadows. Who is crumbling on the surface, whose temper is fighting to remain unseen.

I know a monster...who stalks to and fro looking to find something. What, he doesn't know, but he's looking all the same. Determined that guilt is to be had, and someone will pay the cost.

I know a monster...who is consumed with what people think about him, because heaven forbid someone sees through his facade, and into his temper. 

I know a monster...who craves control, and will stop at nothing to get it. 

I know a monster...who wants to be hailed as a "good guy," yet in his thoughts and actions he's one fist away from assault and battery.

I know a monster...who notices how easily the woman's skin bruises and how easily the skin of their seed, bruises too.

I know a woman. 

A strong woman. 

A scared woman. 

A tired woman. 

She sees through the monster's charms, and craves so badly to run away from him. Yet, she knows that as long as she's alive, her monster will find her, and he will make her subject to him. One way or another. She wants to run to this person and that person, yet the only person who is strong enough to deliver her from her monster...isn't a person at all. He is a force. And so she's praying that this force will render a supernatural answer so strong that it will release her of her monster; henceforth and evermore.

And in the meantime, she's praying for the fear to subside within her because... 

Twas' fear;

That attracted the monster to her in the first place.