Monster

It’s cold in my fingertips,

then burning all over,

like electrifying radiation

and I can’t control it and

it’s racing through my veins like

water under bridges and

it’s lit in my chest like spark plugs sparked

and the monster isn’t solid and it’s

moving through my bones and

it’s smiling that smile that makes my body

calm.

And it plucks out my eyes and puts in its own

and I am no longer in control of myself.

No longer my choices.

I’m possessed by the demon he created there

and the alcohol I use to quell it.