To give birth to these words
Dripping new
And malleable
Take them and piece them together
A stitch here
A stitch there
A piecemeal mess
Let them run
Like blood over my hands
Ink like blood
A cliché maybe
My body is electricity
And with it I give life
A creation of my own insanity
Beautifully horrid
Stories and rhymes
They are my masters
They are my creations
My monsters
Twist and turn them
Give them curves and edges
Soft to the touch
Until they bite you
My monsters
All of them
Dance in my head
And in my hands
Huddle under my wing
I will protect them
For they are mine
And I am theirs
[bctt tweet=”‘They are my creations My monsters Twist and turn them Give them curves and edges Soft to the touch Until they bite you’@tina_mcfarlane #poetry #poem #darkness” username=”theboldmom”]
