The Monster in My Wake
stretched out so slender and dim behind me,
Solidifying into an intense pool of darkness,
focusing itself into defined, jagged edges,
transforming into a monster.
Day and night, it is there;
an eternal reminder
of the person I was,
of the person I am becoming.
An abomination to the world
and an atrocity to the eye:
a hair-raising, blood-chilling sight.
Trepidation coils off the monster,
reaching out, grabbing, and suffocating
all within reach.
Suffocating, backstabbing, torturing,
footprints of crimson follow in my wake;
The monster leaves behind a trail of
rancour, malice, carnage, and calamity.
It inhales the good in the world,
all the kindness it receives,
and all the love that it is given,
only to exhale its contagious poison in return.
My heart thunders in my chest
every time I dare glimpse at the monster at my heels.
Closer and closer,
it creeps towards me:
it’s a hopeless chase.
I dread the day when my shadow and I become one.
— Nikōru, 9:18 p.m. CDT 10.20.17