The Monster

It isn’t about terror and tears,
it’s about every muscle in your torso
tying themselves into
tightly organized knots,
grinding your shoulder blades together,wrenching open your sternum,
gnarling your heart in place
with tense sinews
that threaten to snap every time it
beats.
breathe.
beats.
breathe.
beats,
while your mind imagines
a monster
that looks
exactly like
you.

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