She was like me

She was like me

By August Kacey

I recall when I first met my monster.

She bore a striking resemblance to the face I saw in the mirror. 

It was far more perfect and twisted my lover’s face, taking the bits it liked 

And smattered them about 

She roared so terribly, screamed and wailed, inconsolable 

Waiting for her next meal and crawling about, 

grasping and gripping 

and clawing and tearing 

And when the monster slept, I watched her taking her deep breaths 

she slept lightly, stirring with scrunched eyes, worries of the world fell between her brows,

She was after all, 

so much like me