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Brief History of Monsterification

In a voyage into the shoreline of my childhood,

I felt a hand tethering my breath and cutting it into a clan

of monsters.

A voice pitched into my ears and said, IOh Robin,

there are no monsters  in the dark except the shadows IIyour eyes, curious,

morphed into a flute.

IIIYour hearts in a cage clandestine with tendrils,

thin & coiling, IVtwining from root to route like the hair

of Medusa

dancing off its twist. VThis is how it all begins. VIAt the dusk

of the night, 1600 years ago, VIIa hummingbird hovered over

a streetlight

VIII& a shadow X times the size of a human body with a hundred

layers of flesh billowing into XIworms, vampires, lycans & all

the spirits

hanging on the clothesline of the night Xcrept through the ribs

of the windows into rooms and XIwashed their names on walls,

under the beds,

in the spike of dust, & on the jawline of terrors XIIuntil the entire sphere

collapsed into this turmoil, XIIIunhinged equilibrium.