This invisible monster,
Draped ’round your shoulders,
Leaching its poison into your mind,
This thing – uneven scales
Gnash together ever-so-lightly,
(Your ears don’t work too well these days)
You keep missing it.
I did too, at first.
But I hear it now,
This invisible monster –
The one that whispers,
The one that tells you what to see.
Does your neck hurt more these days?
A weakness, maybe, in your knees?
Wheezing now with distance walked?
Your guest grows fat and bold,
Perched on sloped shoulders, feasting on fatted calf:
pity and loathing
Nothing but the best).
What happens when you see it,
Your serpent-sleek spirit self, wound tight and poised to kill?
Who will win?
Today the invisible monster
Pulls faces at me from safety as I retreat.
(Your ears don’t work so well – you missed me begging you to break free.)
Self perpetuating daemon,
Wear another face for him.
Swallow peace whole.
Let him be.