These monsters, not monsters will help you become a make up artist,
Covering every inch of skin with sparkling white powder
Because the sun's something to be feared
If you're ever going to have that perfect porcelain complexion
And when the dust chokes you
These monsters, not monsters will help you to cut your hair
So it covers you face
And they with teach you to make it fall in perfect ringlets
Daintily over your chest
These monsters, not monsters will help you keep count
Fifty, one hundred, no more then two hundred
Or magically your body becomes the enemy
These monsters, not monster will help fight the war
Until the hunger is too much
Blunt teeth biting into the flesh of your arm
Raw from all the scratching
These monsters, not monsters will show you how to numb the world
They'll help you pick out a blood red dress
Slip the silk over milky skin
And then later slip it off
These monsters, not monsters will teach you how to moan in a way that says
Faster, harder, deeper
And dig your fingernails into his skin
Because what hurts is what's good
These monsters, not monsters will help you bring the screw driver and pencil sharpener together
To make a deadly weapon
And they'll show you how to use it
And where the blood will flow thick
These monsters, not monsters will give you pleasure at the sight of it
But only at your own
And the pulse under your thumb
Seemingly innocent and vulnerable
Will become your target
These monsters, not monsters will feed you your first sleeping pill
And your second and you fiftieth
Each night tossing and turning
Burning your fingertips on the bottle when you reach for more
Two, three, four
You wake up late and groggy
If you take a fifth you may not wake up at all
These monsters, not monsters will take you driving at two in the morning
Knocking on his door
Hair in a messy bun, no make up, oversized jumper and skin raw
Still damp cheek pressed into his t-shirt
And everything's okay, at least for awhile
And these monster, maybe they are monsters.
Inspired by Savannah Brown
