Innocent Monster

Innocent Monster

My world was as small as a marble bag.
I remember the darkness.
The sudden silent kiss was deadly,
like a snakebite.
It told the entire story
in a language I couldn’t understand.
The world was his.

Freedom vanished before my ears;
it became an instant illusion.
My soul was sucked out
and swallowed whole,
trampled on by a thousand bare feet.
I was never the same.

The look in your eyes
when I saw you again.
Mysterious and elusive.
That look in your eyes
—you never liked me?
That look in your eyes:
he still doesn't get it.

Now I am coming for you.
Nothing can stop me.
You’ve created a monster.
I’ve done what was told.
You’ve created a monster,
and your body’s gone cold.

All I needed was a friend,
but my wish opened up a box of
confusion, horror, and torment.
And then they came for me.

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Vincent Van Zandvoort
Vincent Van Zandvoort

Vincent Van Zandvoort is a writer of poetry, prose & short fiction. Science fiction - fantasy - supernatural - thriller - drama. ©️ Copyright 2020-2023. Vincent Van Zandvoort. All Rights Reserved.

Poetry / Prose
Poetry / Prose

I compose poetry and prose about the disappointments of life; dishonest people we come across; crushed hopes and expectations; the corruption that lies within everyone, but also lighter stuff.

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