I crave to turn my flesh into art
To pay someone to permanently paint it,
My first tattoo is going to be my monster
The recurring shadow from my dreams
He terrified me at first,
I used to just stare at him for hours as I slept
I never thought he would hurt me
I just didn't know what to make of him,
He was so human-like
He sported human eyes and teeth
But his body was distorted
We would look at each other for hours,
He never spoke a word to me
But I was scared for months
Horrifies that he would reach out with his deformed hands
And drag me to the depths from which he came,
Until one day I simply said
“You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”
He shook his spikey head no
After that I didn't have that dream again
Were we just stared at each other
Equally as lost on what to do,
I do sometimes see him in other dreams
Standing in the background ever watching me
When a dream goes south he intervenes
Saves me from whatever is happening,
He has become something of a comfort
And I will be proud to wear him on me
Because if all else fails me in this life,
My monster will save me.
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Thursday, May 21st (67th day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
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Daily Quarantine Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
