MicroHorror

I hold the knife, dripping blood of the insane,
I slew it, the creature haunting my thoughts…
It lies dead on the floor, smiling at me,
and shocked as I am… for I realize the creature…
is me.

The stairs lead up to a holier place
and as you slowly walk up them
you see the images of your life
passing by on the sides.
your father beating you
your mother laughing at you
you were only 10 years old…
but you showed them…
you showed them how sharp you made that knife.

When your mommy and daddy tell you those stories
about the monster under your bed and how he is ever so gory,
you might imagine a creature with red eyes, long fangs,
hair covering its face, containing its saliva flowing like it’s winning a race,
just waiting for you to turn out the light…
You’d never guess that that creature…
is me.

So, you caught me.
The source of all the slaughter.
In the house made of the flesh and blood,
of the many victims I claimed.
But you’d never expect…
that the bones are used…
To keep at peace
the creature
that lives
inside of
me.