I found this random poem I wrote a while ago whilst thumbing through one of my journals that is supposed to be for character sketches. I guess the mood just struck me while I was supposed to be working on my book. I really don’t remember when I wrote this either…but it’s a good poem anyway! So here you go, a poem on Monday because by the time Wednesday gets here, I will probably be too busy packing to post a poem.
Supposedly, that monster is green,
but I think she is a chameleon.
She hides in plain sight,
and she waits until you are comfortable
before she springs at you suddenly
in a blinding flash of putrid rainbows.
Then she switches colors, the colors of all
the scenes you wish you could remember
the scenes you don’t want to remember,
the visual stimuli that make you feed her,
She lives inside you, lurking in pleasant
pictures, perfectly blended in gorgeous
pastels until she knows she will be
fed by the ulcers of unrequited affections.